" One Day, I Kill The King And Take The Throne, " Poem by Habiba Adel

He sits under the tree,
Waiting for the king on the street
So he can shout, 'I am poor,
Lord, help me, please.'

When he passed he said, 'Lord, I need food, '
The king on the chaise said, 'It was the flood,
Why should I care of something not my fault?
Why should I care of you to behold? '

The boy of nine laughed and tears shed
He cried, 'They told me care you don't give,
I thought try I should for my belly isn't full
I thought try I should, I believed.'
The king ordered the chaise over the hills to
roll

Cared nothing about the poor little soul
Who remained beneath the tree wondering,
'One day, I kill the king and take the throne.'