3. Kings Cross

We see the burden sitting heavily on them
For of the many the chosen are few
They try to turn the tide of great expectation
And they are swept away by hunger anew

Have we grown wise past Punch and Judy?
Do we get kings and queens we deserve?
For with our cross the mean and the moody
Are given the mandate, mandate to serve

We see a furrowed brow remembering promises
But dare we look into the insecure heart
Bent over double by our mass aspirations
Pleasing the people was the difficult part

Each little greying hair will have its own number
A tale to tell of a sun speckled path
Do you recall that it was for the glory
Now take a seat and hear the popular laugh

Can it be that the one that we need
Has to suffer and needlessly bleed?
Can it be that the one who rings true
We long ago dismissed and outgrew?
I’m the king of the castle
Get down you naughty rascal