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