Peasent
sneaking and crouching
around the place of control
lies being told,
to unfortunately,
tarnish the old.
mistakes in the past
leadership in the present
yet still too young,
so that ***** calls her a peasant.
stolen away in the night,
the queen is on the streets.
and for the young peasant;
she now has meat to eat
Copyright © Liza Wolf | Year Posted 2015
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