The commons of the village are filled people and flocks
They are going mad with fear, anger, and their hunger
Famine and drought have acted in accord, devastation
All the while the King, his advisors, kingdom's attention
Focused as he is upon wars and defeating their neighbors
All ignoring villagers as they gather, to give him a reply
Which will come, without doubt, with violence, anger
As the King is ignorant to the plight, curious to rage
He'll finds choices to act to be few, uninformed to woe
So in his orders to the army, will all be aimed within
The disaster for the villagers will begin and will end
While the King will eat well, no longer wondering
But the seeds of revolution will some day bloom
And his self righteous outlook will be riddled
Without seeing his own end happening
It will feature for all death and doom
But their blood will not bring life
The famines will go on
