I Dream of Becoming A King (A Poem)
With a Mamluk, dancing On the horns of a terrible dilemma. I dream of becoming the King In the country of fickle clans. But fealty to a king and queen I know Is a proposition light years away From the Republic of feud. But I must not give up the dream. I failed once But twice I shall not. With a Mamluk on guard and company In good order and secure I shall move heaven and earth Toil long and hard At home and abroad Till the seasons align For the desert flower to bloom And a king is born And the king is me Dancing with a Mamluk. © 2025 Hassan Keynan