In nearly every country of the world which has deposed its reigning monarch and adopted some other form of government, civil strife is now either active or threatening.
I've never had much truck with kings (Said old George Jones). For all my days My lot's been cast 'mid common thngs, My path has run by humble ways. Tho' I have live my life in what Men call "The shadow of the throne," No king disturbed my peace one jot, And I have left them well alone. But I have heard men rave and rant Of great injustice, wrongs and rights And all that maudlin, modern cant Of liberty and freedom's fights. But peacefully I've gone my way And sought content on this bright earth. I've harked to all they've had to say, And summed it up for all it's worth. But foreign lands have crushed their kings, And raised new flags of strange design; Yet all the liberty it brings Seems, somehow, not one half of mine In all those lands in this dread hour Warring ambitions rise supreme; And, in his crazy lust for pow'r, Brother slays brother -- for a dream. Some wise man, in some book I read (Said old George Jones) the seer explains All human plans must have a head; And, if it falls, black chaos reigns. And can one doubt? When, far and wide, Not freedom's gain, but freedom's loss Follows the fall, with fratricide 'Mid those who would supplant the Boss.
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