War ain't Gold

A king claims
his soldier,
a man's life
over the frontier.

War and bills,
a destined heritage.
Oh poor boy,
Doomed from the start.

To rule you must not feel.
To gain power you must kneel.
A life from a sword,
corruption from a crown.

What is the price of freedom?
Slavery and predestined doom
from a leader with no plot.

It's all silver
turning to ash.
A poor mans wish,
to turn it all to gold.

Still,
it remains silver.
Still,
it won't ever turn to gold.

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