Not yet

A burning desire.

To behead the monarch.

Terribly mislead citizens.

Yet facing the pain.

Shouting.

Democracy, democracy.

No monarchy.

They demand.

Everyone in that beautiful hell.

A few men created for all.

Out of sheer unemployment.

And too much of education.

Filled with hatred.

Pushed the masses directly.

To face the king.

There is no such thing.

Called monarchy or democracy.

It is all in the mind.

Poverty of the thoughts.

Poverty of the soul.

Too poor you are.

My friends.

Won't be able to pay the price.

That the bargainers will decide.

Long live the king.

For the king won't be dead.

You will still be ruled.

Only this time.

The king will be you.