Kill the King

Kill the King

A Poem by Dream Slave

Tyrant...
No other way to describe you,
While your people lie in ruins,
You feast upon there pain,
Sacrifices for a cause,
that only you benefit from,
now has come time for us to judge,
time for us to take control...
Your people call for your head,
we are here and the claws of death,
that you have passed onto us,
without a second thought,
and with your power you have mocked,
our existence our right to be,
the right to live just like you have,
now it is clear nothing you've got,
can save you from this hateful rage,
history itself will write your fate...
It will talk from the people who once served,
when you were still honored by them,
the time has come you are at your end,
Kill the king let the people reign.

© 2010 Dream Slave


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Added on December 6, 2010
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Dream Slave
Dream Slave

Cayey, Metro, Puerto Rico



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University Student looking for somewhere to blow off steam. I'm 22 and am figuring out the world may not be as small as some people say. more..

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A Poem by Dream Slave