African Queen

I'm taught the lands were ruled by kings, And filled with the most awsome things, The chains they wore were made of gold, Not rusted iron 10 years sold... Some went to the highest bidder, Most times children not sold with her, Families that were torn apart, By men born lazy from the start... Now the kings are free from hiding, But a judges gavel keeps presiding, Because the lure of imperial green, Becomes the door for the material queens... Is it the times we're growing in? That justifies this means to end, When bloodlines thin themselves of royalty, It's money that will buy their loyalty... Although my kings are undecided, They still need queens to keep them guided Take the hand of an African prince, And make a man that the world will evince...