Kings Over-throne


Kings over - throne
A pauper out of nowhere
Becomes a king in a day
The topic of discussion everyday

That which makes human slaves
In hardship they live
Sending weapons
Making slaves

Once a slave, Now a king
Made trophies in short notice
A lot dead
Others hidden

We hide with five hopes
No hand shakes
Don't touch your face
Wash your hands regularly
Distance yourself
Best of all STAY AT HOME.

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