We stand up
We gather our weapons
We band together
We fight
We battle
We win
We gain power
We are commoners over Emperors
We are the powerless with power
They came
They rebelled
They fought
They conquered
They are Royalty to us peasants
They command God
They are power high
Ecstasy running through everyone’s veins
The order of things thrown into mayhem
Chaos controlling everything
Who are the leaders?
Who are the followers?
Who are the winners?
Who are the losers?
Who are the royals?
Who are the normals?
The leaders are followers
Followers are leaders
The winners are losers
Losers are winners
The royals are the normals
Normals are royals
Everyone is everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem