Only For The Kings - Poem by Mal Sharp
As a child I was taught to dream,
Dream of bigger and better things.
Now I am told that it's all a scheme,
A dream meant only for the kings.
I was taught to question it all,
Taught never to stop asking why?
Now I'm beating against the wall,
Obedience is all they'll buy.
The fighting we must do to live,
The life that we see for our own.
Sacrifices we've had to give,
Our actions we've had to condone.
Is it really worth it? all this
Constant bowing to our master.
Ask me when I've achieved my bliss,
Maybe then I'll have an answer.
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