King Kong Kang

In our traditional best we took our positions
School teachers would be thrilled about our obedience
It was made possible by the serpentine line of men in olive
They had built a fortress around the town as well
As they flaunt their machine guns
Just like sex workers would do with their assets
But nothing was greater as we were told
Nothing other than this day; the king would be chosen
And we were standing there on that scorching day
Someone pointed out this was a part of a Brobdingnagian festival
The cacophony, the smiles, the hopes, the nothingness
We were guarded by men and millions of their arms
As we stood, as we were fucked to get the new king.