They stand in suits, they shake their hands,
They carve the rules across the land.
They smile, they speak in practiced tones,
While building castles out of bones.
But walls can’t hold when cracks appear,
And power fades when ruled by fear.
The hungry watch, the weary wait,
For someone bold to breach the gate.
A push, a spark, a single flame,
And nothing stays the same.
For when the people rise as one,
The reign of kings is done.
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