Of kings and queens

A king will marry and will have his queen,
A queen will one day marry her king,
It shouldn't matter if she's skinny or lean,
Or if he has lots of gold to get her a real diamond ring.

Is his queen, lame if she's not beautiful but has a heart of gold,
Is her king lame if he has no true good story to be told,
Is his queen better to him if she rules with a heart that's cold,
Is her king better to her if he's mean, bold and old?

Should royalty marry who they want to,
Be paired up even if their love isn't true,
By others who choose it,
But then their life might be as cold as a worn out mit.

Love should be chosen by two who are really in love,
You know that this is true too,
Even a single glove needs another matching glove,
The heart knows what's really true, do you?

Imagine one day a queen is thrown away,
Then there will be no queen at all,
There won't be a child to rule when all are gone,
There won't be any more rulers.

People will break all rules,
The castles will be over thrown,
The world will be, destroyed,
By the hands of humanity.

All because, a queen was shunned to live,
The prince she wanted,
The one she truly loved,
The wrong queen, chosen, ruled.

You chose the more rich and beautiful queen,
The one with lots of money who has the castle,
The one who spoke so kindly at first,
But then turned on her people, so slyly and secretly.

The queen and king of darkness they then became,
The ones with the cold hearts,
As many say and have said in the past,
The snake is a man or a woman of choice.....

You, chose your snakes,
You chose your ways,
You chose, your rulers,
You chose, war over peace because you love it, more.

You are the ones who have the cold hearts,
Those of you who throw a new baby away in a dumpster,
Those who disregard Mother Earth and her flora and fauna who use and abuse them believing you're better than they are,
This Earth too will soon be a moon, whom you decided to throw away too and not love, like YOUR own cold hearts are that reflect your pure, black souls.

Is the light, peace and love really lame,
Is creativity or seeing stars in the night sky, lame,
Do you want to have a war and watch your own child, baby, Mother or Father suffer and die right before your own eyes,
This is what's lame, ask Father.

Would you want your creation or art to be destroyed,
Do you think it's lame seeing a puppy that loves you,
Or your baby saying, Ma Ma or Pa for their first time,
Or seeing a rainbow after a storm, knowing you are still alive?

What is lame to you?
Having a world to exist on with life,
Or being alone and bored with nothing,
Nothing is chaos, death and destruction and life, light to see with and love is everything.

What is YOUR choice?
I know what mine is, I AM, not stupid like you say I am, nor is the Father.
By the way, Father knows, your heart.