Bring me that majestic convoy.
I mean that royal chariots.
Let not the heir to the throne be deprived of royalty.
I swapped my pen for uncountable penny.
Just to fabricate anthologies for humanity.
I tamed politicos to rule democratically, even in military regimes.
Unto a loot, I call a machiavellian.
Aftermath, justice and equality was figured out.
I can say of the past; as well predict the future.
Let not my creature marvels you.
I am an ancient soul trapped in a young body.
©pettrous
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