For those famed in their titles proud and keen
in high esteem the public eyes behold,
whilst I, of lowly birth pass by unseen,
yet my gems are most treasured more than gold.
I see unrest and pain in wealth and riches,
a complex web of lies, deceit and rain,
yet none would have a need to do the dishes,
or beg for cash when nothing’s left to claim.
Or take up arms to fight protect and save
and die on foreign lands, so’s we are free;
or know the sadness of a soldiers grave,
to sacrifice oneself as guarantee.
So I am lucky not to go to war,
and live in peace with no wolf at my door.