The Complete History of the Kings and the Slaves
I was a king
A hundred of births ago
In one birth
I was a beggar
In another
I was a soldier
In another life
I was a beautiful woman
In one birth
I was a skillful thief
In another
I was a slave
In this long journey
Of lives and deaths
I could remember
One thing clearly:
When I was a slave
I was living
The life of a king:
I was a close attendant
To the queen and her
Beautiful friends...
And was living intensely
Enjoying colorful events
Of the golden palace...
While I was leading
A kingly life
The king was
Always fighting
In 'great' battle-fields
And he 'managed' to kill
Hundreds and hundreds of
People and animals
He did all these acts
Merely for some
Sands and mud!
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