You thought you were a king.
A king that ruled.
You had the power yes.
But a king you were not.
I have another name for you.
You bastards.
You were know king.
What you were.
Was cruel evil and spitefull.
Your the scum of the earth.
I belive the right name is a rapist.
Or a phedophile, take your pick.
You had the power to hurt me yes you did.
But that by far does not make you a king.
Amy Kerswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-6/
