War Scars

I had misery in large amounts

deep seated sadness ready to pounce,

That was my major

It hurt like a blunt razor

I wear my tattoo tears like war scars

frescos inked in blood colours

And at the back of my mind

there was a square, full of people in a village

unwholesome images of torching, looting and pillaging

ready to stone me to my death

the bye-products of a forgotten environment

I am of the Kings, and rings, and Egyptian pyramids

History is encrypted in my bones

scripted to rise to the throne

not to be stoned, kiss the ring

he who would one day be King

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