Goodbye my fancy lord
Getty Images 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