The King and His Pawns
I'm sorry but I just can no longer look away.
When all are in grave danger.
Complete chaos and turmoil.
Their is the prey and predator.
Which are you gonna be.
How long will you stand for it?
Their will be an uprising
This is something I'm definitely surmising.
Not enough money to stop them all.
As the price of a life becomes once more worth more.
Then a common denominator.
With those hating every moment they have defend what they take.
'Stolen! ' says the old man.
'You stole that from me! ' the pregnant women screams.
Even the child bears disregard for your leadership.
~The king can only lead as long as he has his pawns.
John Bastian.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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