The Kings of the world

They are beaten up, they have to fight. They will win though they still cry. A poem on the true heroes and rulers

The Kings of the world

She is the queen, though there’s no king

But it’s her melody that has to sing.

Around her other voices sound

Only her thoughts are the ones that count.

 

Never undervalue power

Of a woman who seems lower.

Never ignore the strength of who

You try to force nether you.

 

He’s the hero of the day

A small boy, his sister now again okay.

The older men threaten him

But he’s better, he finds the win.

 

Never go against a child

They will be strong, tough, kind and wild.

Their innocence is their greatest power

The meanest baiter will become a coward.

Author's Note

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I hope you like that small poem I came up with under the shower^^. Inspired by "Superheroes" by The Script but not copied of course.
Thank you right now for reading it.
LG, The Secret Writer