The Fate of Kings

By Geoff Gonzalez

The fate of kings is to be a pest,

And for their souls to have no rest.

To sit upon thrones of empty gold,

But forfeit their minds, turned stone-cold.

For in their hearts is only greed,

Yet they are satisfied their every need.

From their subjects, always taking.

But in the process, hatred making.

So kings, you see, have a terrible fate,

But for us, at least, it's not too late:

We must remember to always give,

Else in dying, find we did not live.