How faithfully I gave you priority
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.
How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone,
As I looked at you;
Bowed - with glittering eyes.
How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held
I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human',
But around it I inhaled its majestic air
Oh How I did my best to serve you;
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you
But did not serve you well.
Self serving was my great expense;
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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