King of the Lonely Room

In the office, shadows creeping,

Behind the desk, a silence steeping.

Power trips and midnight scheming,

In their eyes, the darkness gleaming.

He walks in with a smirk, like he’s a king,

New rules in hand, a puppet on a string.

Making changes, just to see us squirm,

A lonely soul, in a world so stern.

Whispers in the hall, a brewing storm,

Your reign of chaos won’t keep us warm.

We’re not your toys, we won’t comply,

You’ll reap the whirlwind, oh my, oh my.

Playing God in your pro roof tower,

Every move that you make, it’s a darkened hour.

With every rule, your walls close in tighter,

But be warned, little man, your day’s getting brighter.

Casting shadows, thinking you're supreme,

Lost in your power, living in a dream.

But friends are few, in your lonely parade,

Behind that grin, a fragile masquerade.

When you sleep tonight, do you ever reflect?

On the bridges burned and the bonds wrecked?

Your throne is crumbling, can’t you see?

The strings that you pull, will they set you free?

Playing God in your pro roof tower,

Every move that you make, it’s a darkened hour.

With every rule, your walls close in tighter,

But be warned, little man, your day’s getting brighter.

Then one day, a voice rose from the crowd,

A lesson in patience, anger unbowed.

“We’ll take a stand, we won’t forget,

The power you wield is a bitter debt.”

So here’s to the day, when the tables will turn,

When kindness and strength, like a fire will burn.

You’ll learn that the power isn’t yours to own,

In the hearts of the people, a new seed is sown.