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