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...