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Tuesday 15 March 2016

A Kingdom's Troubles

Had the people of the kingdom a choice,
To elect their leader out of voice,
Certainly the monarch stays, no doubt,
For choices were made with the lights out.

When the protests began, took to the streets,
the people were not heard, concerns not heed.
When he who spoke for us all was behind bars,
the reason giv’n was he gave one up the arse.

Eventually the kingdom’s gold dried up,
and the people could not fill their own cup,
yet the queen a lavish ring her finger wore,
but disgust! For she, the queen looked like a boar.

Yet our king rode in chariots of gold,
while the people were consuming bread of old.
“A gift” said the king, from our neighbour king
a chariot, gold but the gold returning.

The people believed not at the king’s speech,
and questioned said neighbour, o king beseech!
Yet known not by them of such a gift,
Is then, our own king, by chance, a thief?


Heed then, o people, unite and be one,
for together shall our battle be won.
Stand for justice, stand for what is right,
Fight for freedom while there is still light.

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