There once was a land

Where kings and queens ruled

Where heratics were banned

And jesters fooled



Long live the king

But manipulated by queen

Bound by a gold ring

Broken by paper unseen



Sedition in place

Followed by high treason

The head of gossip has no face

As well as morals have no reason



Originality is out

Become dust in the wind

Filled with volatile doubt

Quartering those who sinned



Opposition's main tool

Has been placed with the teachers

Nowadays in school

Or at lunch behind bleachers



Strict rule

And a firm hand

Historical yet urban too

Turns a boy to a man