Of Pedigrees and Ambitions
There is a serious conspiracy
They want me out of the aristocracy
Born a plebeian, I aspire to be a ruler
They cannot stand seeing my cup, any fuller
They come for my henchmen first
Then whet, for my blood, their thirst
I am going down, think they, without a fight
Remember my day will come, keep me in sight
Copyright © Melvin D'Lima | Year Posted 2020
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