No Gods or Kings, Only Men

Kings in green, kings in gold,
Kings who live to be so old.
Mothers cry, while soldiers die;
Since kings just sit on their thrones.

I see a king who wears a crown; wears a mask; wears a frown.

Kings be bold, kings be brittle.
Kings are made to do so little.
Because all the kings horses
and all the kings men,
Are obliged to do his laundry again.

King of the castle is such a hassel,
~Chiko \^^^/