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Aug 2013
There he sits on his throne
ordering people around

I hear him shouting at me
I see him crying to see
the person within

I know I am not the same just like him
he thinks I am but I am not
I'm not the person he thinks I am
thinks I am this treasure as queen
the one who believes in love again

this beautiful queen
this beautiful land
he thinks I am one of them

but he's wrong
oh yes he's wrong
again. again. again

I see the land lord
counting their money
I see the land lord
giving them interest
I see the land lord
lying to their rate payers
oh yeas.
what an unfair world this is

The king is happy
That he's got everything he needs
He doesn't need no more wives
No more children
No family

He is a king
With money, houses
He has everything he could all for
Coz he is a king
A one in a million

So he thinks it to himself
He thinks it to himself
He thinks it to himself

And then, and then, and then, again, again, again
I hear him calling for me
He's telling me
It is my duty
To lead this country
To happiness

And then there's that chance for me
He keeps shouting for me
He expects a lot from me

Oh yes
What unfair world this is...
there is a longer version of this poem.  but im only gonna post the first section. sorry if I have disappointed you. I added it...
JAK AL TARBS
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JAK AL TARBS  England
(England)   
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