In his honor, a bit of poetry::
Tyranny
Our kings sit high upon their thrones,
Looking down their greasy noses,
Flinging filth from their mouths,
And proclaiming it as gold.
This gold, that does nothing to quell hunger.
Build shelter.
Attain education.
A fool's gold in its own right,
Thrust in the hands of a blindly led mass,
Who think only as far as they are allowed.
Though they know not, their blood and toil
Fuels the mint of their monarchs,
Who hide behind webs of deceit,
To put forth a goodly image.
Break down their gates,
And cause ruin to befall them
By throwing off your chains.
Be not like the ignorant.
Be not like the foolish.
Girdle your strength from your mind,
And be hindered by no man, king or otherwise.
Tyranny
Our kings sit high upon their thrones,
Looking down their greasy noses,
Flinging filth from their mouths,
And proclaiming it as gold.
This gold, that does nothing to quell hunger.
Build shelter.
Attain education.
A fool's gold in its own right,
Thrust in the hands of a blindly led mass,
Who think only as far as they are allowed.
Though they know not, their blood and toil
Fuels the mint of their monarchs,
Who hide behind webs of deceit,
To put forth a goodly image.
Break down their gates,
And cause ruin to befall them
By throwing off your chains.
Be not like the ignorant.
Be not like the foolish.
Girdle your strength from your mind,
And be hindered by no man, king or otherwise.