Steve Kimberley


The King

Worn out faces stare at us from edge to edge,
they call out to us, hail, hail..
but we arent any different from them,
we live, we breath, we struggle for love, truth and honesty.

In a land filled with poverty where only the strong survive,
you turn to me and in a desolate whisper,
you dare to tell me now that i cannot run my country..
well i have only few words to spare for you, As If.

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