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The King sits atop the pile
He answers prayers for food and fire
With a smirk and ire
The King he boasts
Only he can have meats to roast
Clear water does quench his thirst
While peasants drink from glasses
Half filled with dirt
He sleeps atop a pedestaled bed
Covered in feather pillows and furs
A lonely girl asks where is hers?
The King
A shallow mind no thoughts inside
A hollow heart where no love resides
Feelings beaten down no hope is found
In peasant hearts, yet.....
Love does abound
When peasants rest their weary bones
In front of fires in cozy homes
Children smile at their mother's knee
I love you says their father, yes indeed
Muddy water and hunger can't ebb the flow
Of loves good graces
On whom God does bestow
The King sits atop the pile
No true love does he feel
Nor children does he find
Unless behind his back with knife in hand
His child waits to have
What a King does covet most
The Kings warm bed and all his lands
Why does the King sit atop the pile
with a smirk and fear?
When he could have had love and smiles
