Let me sit
for the throne
I want was once their own
Tinted-RED
Wooden-CLAD
Resulted in our education
Let me sit
for the throne
I need promises alone
a milky-FUTURE
Honey filled-STATURE
I hope we all get
Let me sit
for they faked a deaf ear
as their hearts beatboxed to the tunes of fear
Feet stomping on the ground
where they knew their deaths be found
Let me sit
and speak supercallifragilisticexpialidocious
Learn E=mc2
that Tsietsi wanted to undesrstand
but lost Hector instead
A mother mourns, a father grieves
Friends miss
but those who benefit from the dead’s chivalry
Make Merry
Let me sit
NO
I will sit
for the throne
I have was once their own
Tinted-RED
Wooden-CLAD
Is prize to my own’s audacity