In the cold winds of a dry land
A world remains unknown.
In the same lands of fruits and grains,
King’s reign untamed.
Why then do you fear
The gems that lie with them?
You sit and judge and blame them all
But yet they call the shots.
You curse and growl at their hide and feasts
Yet glad they give you breaks.
You claim they’re poor and dirt inclined
But yet they own the banks.
I’m shook by your words and logic alike
But still, I pray for you
That someday you’ll be bold enough
To explore the depths unknown.