Kings

 Empty, hollow, greed

Follows every king.

Sorrow, splendor made 

On the backs of the least.

This king, this king,

Kneels at the feet of others.

Heals the oppressed to set free.

Makes us all the same.

Risks on the worst picks.

Loves us to death, his own, for us.

For us, what do we sacrifice?