The Man Who Would Be King

The sun was setting the House his backdrop,

Cameras rolling as he took to the stage,

Once silent crowds stirred eagerly,

And as they chanted he fed upon their rage.

Look around at what has become of us,

A once proud people crying out for change,

But there is hope I can save our lands,

Come gather round the man who would be king.

Brick by brick we’ll build you up,

Until you could reach the sky,

Brick by we’ll pull you down,

And you’ll never know why.

He declared war but not in a foreign land,

Upon our soil he raised his banner high,

The first stone was thrown riots swept our towns,

And on street corners the mothers began to cry.

I fight for you he shouted always from safety,

We fight for you, you could hear them sing,

We will not stop until we have conquered,

Behind the man who would be king.

You were winning the public adored you,

Young children cheered your victory parade,

Then they waited for the new era to begin,

What happened to the promises you made?

With the fervour gone the fires began to die,

A nation realised your words didn’t mean a thing,

They believed you were better than the one before,

But you’re just a man who wanted to be king.

Brick by brick we’ll build you up,

Until you could reach the sky,

Brick by we’ll pull you down,

And you’ll never know why.

In the park he sits or waiting for a bus,

Melancholy now it’s all been taken away,

Nothing left his dreams evaporated,

No one listens to anything he says.

There once was a man who sought power,

Who wanted to be king,

He stirred a nation fed it’s fears,

The man who would be king.