If I should tell you what I know You may never think I know. I know of a great city That takes pride in the life of nonentity. A city that rejoices in their history. You may never think I know.
An elephant nation Where politicians are celebrities Celebrated by nonentities They are protected by criminalities And supported by nonentities You may never think I know
If I should tell you what I know You may never think I know I know of a place Where laws are mere valuable The soil are not valuable But the crown and their suckling are more valuable But the land is not valuable
I lie in a city Where protector of life Stands as taker of life Like poor Uriah's life Which was taken by the King's hand You may never think I know.
If I should tell you what I know You may never think I know I know of a place Where criminals are been celebrated But the heads are not protected But innocent souls are beheaded But corrupt crowns are elevated You may never think I know.
And if the moulder can change the world. Let him turn the crown to the slave And give the serf the mantle I know it will never be the same.

Write a poem telling us what you know.

Nice one.