Pushed Poem by Christopher Tye

Pushed



Pushed

Pushed out of my inheritance by jealous rivals,
Usurper queens sitting on the throne,
Stabbed in the back by those I once protected,
Humble king dethroned for no good reasons,
Exiled from my homeland must I be for eternity,
Destined never to regain my kingdom.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: jealousy
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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