I have always wanted to reach out to the


In a wig and seldomly saying 'my lord'

I am being reminded not to want more

than I can afford

So as not to nurture a Bottom 'line discord

I have always craved for a chamber, not

because of the pride,

But to placate the feebles for the tears they

have cried.

I birth flairs to defend people that are

wrongly tried,

But now, I fear for me and those on my


I fear that I might let them down soon,

Not because I want to but for lackin a silver


My morale quivers but I still cry for the


Unlike when I made a din, Now I croon.

© Anfofun Hillary