This country is a kingdom
I’m a loyal subject
I don’t voice my opinion
Though I’m always oppressed
Milady I’m a malady
Forego the old formalities
Oh prince laugh now while I’m still bowed down
I’m not joking, see soon I’ll don the crown
This pauper will be a king
You’ll have your arrogant faces on the ground
Go ahead and call me treacherous
Say I covet your riches
Slander me now
Tomorrow you'll be a grave man
The order to behead you, surely as you stand
My old enemies who jeered and mocked my face
Worry not, for they’ll suffer a worse disgrace
My words; How distasteful
My thoughts: ill-begotten
Malicious and rotten to the core?
I’m the way the world made me
Returning everything they gave me
Following the rule of old
An eye for an eye, yes they covet
Ear for an ear, they misconceive
A tooth for a tooth, they house a tongue that sells lies
An arm for an arm, as they divvy out crimes
Returning love for hate always put me in bad state
Turning the other cheek trapped me in a worse place