A young King sits
On his throne one day
To overlook his
Proceedings at bay.

Peasants gather
For their day of work,
Grumbling about serving
Another arrogant jerk.

It seemed that all
Were the same,
Ignorant hi-breeds
Playing at the ‘game’.

Yet another poor folks misery.

No one paid heed
Nor gave a listen,
When first impressions
Proved wrong.

No one changed views
At all, just kept hissen’.
Good deeds didn’t stop
The repeating song.

And ere to that day
When the young king died,
No one commended him
For his bravest fight.