An Old King made a castle
A big castle
With large fort around the castle
And made it strong enough
Plundering the neighbor he made money
And found sources to build it
The laborers were the slaves
The captive ones
The poor ones
The destitute, the hungry ones
The hunger no way made them lazy
The life was more important
That threat was there
That costs their life
But one day he came with a rope
The King was no more,
The poor men were free themselves
Rejoiced their freedom
That was all.....
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