A lonely prince wanders the road to Moscow
In his heart he desires not wealth but a friend
Yet on the side of the road lies a stele
In strange language...
The meds they prescribed could be killing me.
I feel the pain deep in my guts...
But I know what Death feels like
And She waits for all.
At the end of the day
All I ever wanted was
A Girl I could treat like
A Princess...
Could a pill grant me
Companionship, Doctor?
...
The prince thought of his patriarch's Holy Book
And of the road to Jerusalem
And of that psalm to forget his Right Hand.
"I would give everything
To know that a child in Gaza
Smiles because of my work."
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