Some of us cling tightly to

The staff and cloth of Kings

While others tend to sleep outside

And take what nature brings

 

A royal robe, a silver cup

Milk and honey dreams -

Or crust of bread, a rocky bed

- clothes tearing at the seams

 

Protected by a castle,

The rich have much to hide

While poor are bare to everyone

They have just what’s inside

 

I’ll entertain the wealthy

For they have so much to share

But God protect the paupers

Don’t let me fail to care

 

I’ll never rule a kingdom

From inside a castle’s wall

They couldn’t build one great enough

To house and feed them all

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