Kings and Jesters

KINGS AND JESTERS

In this world there are the kings
They rule the day beside there queens
They are few, proud and strong
It seems to them they do no wrong
Impressed they are with themselves
Happy with the hand life has dealt
Honored, revered and respected by all
Ruling the world with tyrannical law
In their mind the world is a stage
We are their puppets-we are the slaves
They’re shrouded in a mystery the world cannot know
That deep down inside they are in woe
Nothing they do can bring to them love
They are the cursed cast down from above
Forsaken by those who once gave respect
Now they are destroyed and full of regrets
If only they learned to live life in peace
They would not be the forgotten deceased
But then there are those who are the jesters
Calm, cool and relaxed-simple but better
They rule the night opposing the day
Following their hearts every step of the way
They live life for love and love life itself
Richer than kings, freedom’s their wealth
They are the many, the loyal and true
Hated by kings for all that they do
Locked away and beaten-treated as slaves
This world is riddled with the jester’s graves
Yet they are free, freer than kings
They are humanity-God’s greatest dream
Blind to all this the kings think they rule
When really it’s the jester who’s winning the duel.