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the prince I was by Raymond Mupatapanja

Raymond Mupatapanja | April 11th, 2013 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

The prince I was(please stop xenophobic attacks)

The prince I was in the land of my own, a slave I am, from a palace to the dungeon, life like a bad dream.
A dog was my pet, now my master, my king turned a killer, for refuge I ran to my neighbor, my dignity is long gone for the prince I was, I travel with a pass – in the land I have no rights, for a thief I am the suspect, in agony I am building the foreign land yet my home is in ruins, my father is a killer and the prince I was, rather die a slave than die a prince., the prince I was in the land were my king turned a killer.

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