when you go up
to the apex of your success
you are like
a child born with many fathers
and many mothers
all claiming for your
birth
when you grow up
to be king
it is not talent but a birthright
as they call it
euphemistically
it is fate, or destiny or a calling
but no, one must admit
the names of those persons that you know
have endorsed you to that throne
of fame and fortune and glory
you get the prize
they are waiting for what you shall pay
the demon included...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem