You think that I’m an ordinary man,
Working an ordinary job,
Talkin’ ‘bout things that don’t matter.
You think I’m stupid and I’m dumb,
That I’m the faulty one,
That I’ll accept your wrongs in silence.
But you forget I built your throne,
With my blood, sweat and tears.
I’m the one who placed the crown,
Put all of the gemstones there.
You forget I cooked your food,
I know how to poison it too.
I think you forgot to never bite,
Any hand that feeds you.
Go on fill your coffers with gold,
And we’ll make your coffins with it.
We are the people, the kingmakers,
We decide if the throne’s still yours to sit.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2025 13:23
- Comment from author about the poem: A generic poem that might be relevant in a lot of places today.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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