George Is His Name

A baby boy born into royalty and great wealth and fame
For him special privileges by birthright and George is his name
One destined for to become a king one day
The privileged few do have all of the luck it does seem this way

The birth of a king to be amongst royalists great excitement create
Though such people cannot have much in their lives for to celebrate
Many of them may not even be living when he wears the crown
Those who look up to the few on others look down

It is the sort who adore the privileged by birth that we have to thank
For class distinction and for social rank
Privilege by birthright seems all wrong to me
But good luck anyway to this young king to be

Everyday in the Human World of the twenty first century
Thousands of babies are born into dire poverty
And many of them of malnutrition at a young age are destined to die
Those who talk of equality amongst human beings believe in a lie

Call me anti royalty or call me what you may
But it saddens me to think in the World today
That thousands of babies are born into a life of Earthly Hell
Yet having said this i do wish baby George well.