Peasant

A child is born 
But none know why
An object of scorn 
To their noble eyes
Looked down upon
By those who are rich
Working under the searing sun
Especially to him life is a b***h
His fields got trampled during the war
The king looks not at his despair
For the king is with his w***e
For the peasant the king doesn't care

Reviews

[Daytonight]

Very well done. Great rhyme and flow. I like your analogy that you used. Keep up the great work!