I’m just a servant to him
As he sits in his throne
Built of lies and zealousness
He requires an audience
To watch is every move
Everything must be orchestrated
And fine tuned
I don’t need his prowess that he adorns with his shackles
I don’t need his wealth that comes with rakes for my eyes
I don’t feel safe
Not any where
I just feel broken
I just feel shackled in my own home