The Kingdom is a series of twenty-nine poems. Find all the poems here.
The King is a tricky man and the Kingdom is a tricky place,
The King sits on his throne, but I can see him in your face.
We toil and toil and might even rise through the ranks,
And it is through our work— but not only our own— we give thanks.
In the Kingdom, there is much to see and much to hear,
But only in our hearts is the true place that we must fear.
For I am the King, but the King, also, I am not,
At least not the King that I was originally taught.
In the Kingdom, freedom stands tall as the highest banner,
But freedom is not something that can be grasped in an easy manner.
Throughout the lands, to each his own,
But his hands and feet are only a loan.
One for all, and all for one,
The greatest war is won.
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