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THE QUEEN
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The Queen sits upon her ornate throne.
She is sitting on her balcony.
Her subjects before her.
Stretching for miles and miles.
She is on her ornate throne.
A subject in the front row, gives a groan.
He does not try to hide it.
The others act shocked, stunned.
"No!" they cry.
"Why do you cry?"
Everybody starts to say wonderful, glowing things
about her.
This queen, this college dean.
The weight on her shoulders, is beyond debate.
Something, she is starting to hate.
A job, she never wanted.
It was not her decision, but fate.
A job, she is taunted.
What is she to do?
Sitting there all alone, among millions.
All alone among millions and millions.
A prisoner in a palace.
She pretends not to hear.
She hides the fear.
She gently sheds a tear.
She closes her eyes.
She waits until it is late.
She waits until she is on her own, not on her throne.
She cries.
