#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There's no price to hunger,
There's no price to shelter,
There's no price to kindness

A stolen dream to shine the night,
A stolen candle to keep the light,
There's no price to kindness
There's no price to the heart,
Untill there is some demand...

A stolen promise, an uncept oath,
Will keep me going till the end is near close,
A sigle kettle, will keep us warm,
It'll keep us dreaming till the end of this world!

Raise your eyes up, to the sunrise,
This is bigger than their empire,
And from little bites, I'll be eating pure caviar,
From this little dusty place I will build my Akkad!

Raise your eyes up, to the sunset,
Let this rags be, my blueprints,
And from stolen shirts I will be wearing suits and tops hats,
Cause the crown I so liked, now is stained with blood...

A piece of coal more precious than gold,
A stolen chunk to keep out the cold,
There's no price to hunger,
But there's price to war,
There's no pride in greed,
But I wanted it all!

A stolen plan, to shabotage,
A stolen candle with a flower
There's no price to innocence,
There's no price to excellence
There's no limit to success,

Raise your eyes up, see the full moon,
And get hold of, my new rule,
In this era will no longer be a zero sum game,
In this world shall never be a notion as fate,

Raise your eyes up, the sunrise,
This fleet will build, my empire,
And from single dry scraps, now I am eating caviar,
And in this muddy place, I build a modern Akkad...











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