What the picture says

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown
But crowns come
In different shapes, sizes and weights.
Some for kings
And some for slaves,
Others for red capped chiefs
And knaves.
If the crown does not let you have hindsight,
Or toss and turn your thoughts about,
it is fair enough to call you dead,
It is fair to write
your name in red.
Before you chose to wear a crown,
Be sure to know
that you’d be a slave to it.

Younglan Talyoung