A King Poem by Lost Skiing

A king, a king the people cry,
to rule over us so we won't die;
A king to rule in summer, fall winter and spring,
A king to take care of everything;
To fix all the bad things we have done,
So we can be merry and have fun;
But what mere man such power possess,
None I do confess;
No one man can make the world a dream,
For all who try fails it seems;
The only way to change our fate,
Is to forget the hate;
And show random love,
From above!

By Lost Skiing