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Little King
I ask you now little king
What song does your heart truly sing
Would you answer me one simple wonder
Or punish me for this atrocious blunder
For many ask outrageous lines
And leave little open for curious minds
Like how the world chose its course
Or why you insist on a course of force
Am I not right in assuming these things
That you use your words to call death on metal wings
Or sit in silence as your people scream
Is it not all as it seems?
So I ask again my little dictator
What was it like to watch your country burn, to forsake her?
poem
by
Rebecca Pepper
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