God Save the Serfs
With them, it's always been about lineage.
An overinflated self-worth, unbridled privilege.
An incurable case of chronic God complex.
Justification for sacking villages, countries, continents.
Taxing everything into spiraling debt and death.
Hoarding stolen gold and precious gems.
Making certain everyone has less than them.
Enslaving dreams of every woman and man.
Knighting everyday with blackness and dread.
Chaining those with any hint of dissent.
Rewarding themselves with garish monuments.
While the self-professed Gods overindulge
in blood-soaked magnificent opulence.
Serfs pulled the weight of Kingdoms and continents
Sun-burned and underfed, tilling tired fields.
Putting milk in empty bellied pails.
Tending flocks, kept the castle tidy.
Wiped royal asses, put fish in the krill.
Fought in the king's frivolous battles.
Enduring hunger, plagues, bent backs.
Forever dodging frivolous royal wrath.
The roaming hoards and king-sized rats.
The serfs sang, worked, and prayed hard and meant it.
A well-known fact that royals seem to have forgotten:
Real Gods were never inbred, mentally defective mad men.
Real Gods don't have bad teeth or straddle chamber pots.
Serfs have always been far more important than kings.
Without them king (dumbs) would have collapsed.
Serfs should be the grandest piece on a chessboard.
Not cannon fodder for a Plastic king's plastic wars.
God save the SERFS
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