Three men sat down, they all wore crowns
Around a fire, they all met
Each had one goal to set down
But each would argue how to get
Get the goal they all dreamed of
A world of laughter, fun, and love
Each had pure intentions, see
It was their methods; disagreed
It was Lord One who said “well then,”
“Give the people what they want”
“Blind them with desire, friends”
“And they will write your favorite font”
He added to this “that’s my rule”
“For I will not be played a fool”
“Giving them all that they need”
“Will stamp out conflict”, he decreed
Then Lord Two, he stroked his chin
And said “alright Lords, let’s begin”
“Tell me now, mister Lord One”
“Do you like chaos? Is that fun?”
“For that’s what your world brings about”
“A victim mind out chasing clout”
“Just to stand up once or twice”
“On top of things that they don’t like”
Yes, and then, just as you thought
Lord Three: he entered, then said “STOP”
“This is not a game to play”
“You see a conflict? Walk away.”
“No one thinks same as you do”
“Its all subjective, me and you”
“None are right, and none are wrong”
“Our octaves vary; but not our song”
“Some difference, yes, but you will see”
“With one slight shift: same melody”
‘And ’twas the tale of these three men
They sadly never met again
Their fire’s embers turned to cold
Their wisdom lost, to days of old
How the World Should Work 