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The King (poem)

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posted on Apr, 12 2016 @ 06:56 AM

The King

On your knees you filthy peasant!
I didn't say, that you could rise yet.
You dare not look me in the eyes,
Heads down, if you value your lives!

I make my way, through the town,
As I go by, each one bows down,
They pay homage as I pass them by,
Long live the king! they do cry.

I take a seat, on my stately thrown,
Where I spend my day, mostly alone.
And make the rules, of the land,
With a strong arm, I do command.

Should my coffer get a little low,
I'll take more, of what they sow,
To pay for all my frivolous things,
Ah.. it's so great to be the king!

I'll take their land and raise the taxes,
They'll pay, or feel how sharp my axe is.
Funny how much things haven't changed,
From the time when kings, used to reign...

edit on 12-4-2016 by blend57 because: (no reason given)

posted on Apr, 12 2016 @ 07:53 AM
a reply to: blend57

Fantastic writing...

posted on Apr, 12 2016 @ 09:08 AM
its always a pleasure to see words play out as they once were meant to.

posted on Apr, 19 2016 @ 07:27 PM
a reply to: blend57

Write a poem, please.

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