Goodbye my fancy lord
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Oh, fancy lord in fancy silk
Would you know what suffering tastes like?
I bet no
You have never fed yourself my Lord
Leave alone starving
You know nothing of food prices
Yet you are supposed to take over
The country as our new monarch
Oh, my fancy lord
What should we expect of you?
We have spent billions on your coronation
Yet your people are starving
But I don’t blame you, my fancy lord
No one chooses whom to be born to
But people can choose who rules over them
Not because he has a birthright
But because they want him
It’s time to abdicate the throne to the people
Goodbye my fancy lord
No more kings and queens
By Kariuki Njumbi
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