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ROYAL
If they wore crowns, they'd be met with bended knee
If adorned with jewels, they'd be a spectacle for all to see
In packed arenas, they'd greet the peasants, with faux kisses and fake presents
But no gold do they flash
And no jewels do they hold
So they're nothing but outlaws;
Murderers, paroled
They rape and pillage and sleep with the dead
If only they wore a crown on their head
The rejects they are would be excused
The peasants, en masse, would be amused
Instead, they must hide and run from the King
Nothing but blood does that chase bring
It's up to the peasants to see through the shine
It's up to them to find their spine
All the King's men will never see
That the rejects are their counterparts;
They just do it for free.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from 'Now You Know Me - Volume Two'
ŞiirVolume Two is another original collection of poems dealing with many relatable themes meant to inspire and create pause to reflect. They continue the story told in Volume One - one of our natural state, struggle, loneliness, loss, love, and deeper t...
