The king on the throne, alone one day,

Took all the words in his mouth and threw them away,

First came the servants, the first of the seen,

Who built him a house, and kept his hearth clean

Next came the tall men of stone and cold fire,

To seek out all sinners and add to the pyre.

Then came the beloved, the storied and told,

The first to lay claim to the cosmos of old.

Last came the white men of bones teeth and eyes,

Who swallow all truths and spit out only lies.


-Children’s rhyme.