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



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