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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