THE FALSE KING  What man, bitter and cunning, awaits?  What man sweeps the country's face with a spade? What man robs mothers of their smiles? What man causes great harm to his own citizens' arms What man builds his throne with other people's crowns What man dines alone and forces others to feed on stones What man of a thirsty soul crowned a false king?  Oh, his voice I do not hear and his footprints I do not see On the hills, in the valleys, and in the mountains I asked the fox by the gate ©Waya James Agok

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