Who’s the peasant now

Who’s the peasant now

 

Bent but not broken 

I stand all alone

Not a nice word is spoken 

Instead they cut to the bone 

On as they look 

At the damage with pride

Like the lines of a book 

they read the pain held inside

Smile on my face 

tears in my eyes 

Refusing my space 

Their humanity dies 

Cold as the snow

Their eyes harden like stone

The insults they crow  

Threaten to break me like bone

 

 

 

They vibrate and echo in air

As they look on in glee

With smiles and stares

Laughing at me  

They see what they see 

But it's an illusion 

Its not really me

Its all a delusion 

They say they are royal

And I'm just a peasant 

Dogs that arn't loyal

Morals ever not present 

I might not have looks 

I might not have style 

But intelligence from books 

Is far more worth while 

The next day I return 

Despite the insults that fly 

For I know the burn 

Of their words one day will die 

When all this is done

Tall and strong I will stand 

My dreams will far run 

Across the mountains and land  

Revenge now is mine

Not by pain or by fight  

With success, I will shine

Their darkness shrinks in my light 

Now they will bow 

Small and unpleasant 

Who's royalty now 

Who now is the peasant

 

Author's Note

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