I Am a Boy Living In a Country

I’m a boy living in a country where We get emotional over every government move And every government move is chartered over our emotions Emotions are chastised whether it or let be One trying to correct the wrong, But nay, one man ain’t a power as strong One trying to convince for the good of his province? But nay, his words can’t hold a candle to a moneyed ladle They want their leaders to listen; to see It’s how a country is made How a country can be great. I’m a boy living in a country where I stand by a bystander I spectate a spectator I find each and every day A melancholy day A dull day A happy day I am one of many The latter to the first Generation of thirds Fourth in hierarchy my opinion Merely words of a country minion. I’m a boy living in a country where Our nature is opposed to that of nature Nature wants to show yet the king wants to hide Ring the gong! I took a peek as mother closed my eyes “Dong!”, “Dong!” The solar eclipse arrives! The king’s flaws and shortcomings rise! Any who see shall suffer demise! The solar eclipse went by Mother opened my eyes What change was there? None! Just the Moon playing the naughty child. I’m a boy living in a country where Western ideals are brazen and tainted! Every book must be informative, historic and ‘patriotic’! Any who wrote about our past true heroes were convicted of tainting the beauty of our country Dictated country that is; that beauty, that beauty! Has long been gone As the country’s been long dictated The plague attacked; what did they do? Steal! They stole our food and medicine Held useless rituals The effect wasn’t mutual Thousands died; many more did Historians deceived by falsehood indeed. I’m a boy, living in a country where We have no choice Father had no choice I had no choice but to swear fealty to our uncaring king Father sold our cow for taxpayers’ money I tore my house down for firewood Pleasure those in the comfort of pavilions while Expecting a god to smile upon us But no more! I’m a boy living in a country where I grew with wisdom I turned every peasant into men of justice! I lead the rebellion for the country’s service! Lead my men to the gates of the palace Pitchforks, hoes, daos and jians! Oust each guard like loose ends I let my men massacre the palace! Until all that’s left is the sound of silence At that moment we celebrate the end of a dictating dynasty At that moment we celebrate the beginning of a new country. I’m a boy living in a country where I became the king.