Un-Crowned Kings

Everybody wants to be king They crown themselves by opining And can only see everyone else’s sins Everybody wants to rule And conquer all with hypocrisy They prate and condemn While shielding their transparent sins So many rulers make for a great din Where nothing is gained And illogical arguments create Sectarian tragedies It is a heaven for bullies This cantankerous gathering Of un-crowned kings Enemies within Enemies without Everyone’s psyche is tormented They all worry about invisible dangers That they claim will snuff them out Which asylum let these mad people out? God above must Look down on us in shame His master plan will one day Go up in flames This purification will Hopefully cast all the demons out And knock these kings off their thrones