Our kingdom is tearing apart
The peace we had is winding down
He doesn't care about no one
I mean our wicked king
We fret and panic at his sight
Our hearts skipping from its position
We bow our faces in fear
To avoid his wrath befalling us.
Our wicked king considers none
His advisers he heed not to
The only one he listens to
Is his wicked self alone.
The oats he swore before the gods
He has done contrary to it.
Humiliations and maltreatments
Is what he's meted out to us
Our wicked king is so selfish
He shoots at us if we complain
Even the elders he disrespects
Ruling our kingdom barbarically
Nobody seems to speak for us
Who else would want to speak for us
When fear has gripped the heart of all
We only look to God for help
Our land is yet to move ahead
The conscience of our king is dead
Many are locked up in the dungeon
For trying to bring justice to us
We only hope we all survive
That we don't all get down the drain
Before we all get delivered
Of our plight with our wicked king.
325.411 SRY