It’s Good to Be King

It’s good to be king — but the throne’s built on sand, And the people must rise if this dream’s to stand.

Verse 1
Marching boots on city streets,
Paper laws beneath his feet,
Every voice that dares to sing
Falls silent in the shadow of a crown.

Chorus
It’s good to be king — if the people kneel,
If the truth is buried, if the courts won’t feel.
It’s good to be king — but the throne’s built on sand,
And the people must rise if this dream’s to stand.

Verse 2
Writers fired for what they’ve said,
Networks warned, and hope half-dead,
Tariffs, borders, fear, and war —
Power hungers, always asking more.

Chorus
It’s good to be king — when the press can’t speak,
When the strong rule over the frail and weak.
It’s good to be king — till the crown turns to rust,
And the people remember the power’s with us.

Bridge
From Greenland’s ice to Gaza’s walls,
From NATO’s halls to where freedom falls,
Every bargain, every sting —
Says it’s good, it’s good to be king.

Final Chorus
It’s good to be king — if we look away,
If we trade tomorrow for a darker day.
But the crown can break, and the song can ring:
It’s the people, not the throne, who decide everything.