Expendable Poem by Benjamin Paa Willie

I write this not for a king, a knight
Nor for the few elite of these times
It may not, I truly fear, seem right
I do not intend to find herein rhymes

I write this not for another street hawker
Nor do I expect them to read a single line
I am sure that this may seem quite fine
Ah, who cares about the work of a pauper?

I write for men who have found their wants
And wanting more seek out political power
Keep this; re-read this closely another hour
But don't confuse this with your many ‘don'ts'

Be concerned! In your winning we do win
In your losing too, sorry pawn, still we win