Rule Your Own City

I'm the ruler of a city
My people are crying from suppression
They need to be heard
They need to be felt
They need to be seen
    Sometimes a feeling reaches out
    But I have to stop it
    It is not allowed

I've given my city over to an intruder
    You're taking it all
    People are crying
    And I want my city back

Haven't you got your own city to rule
    What about your people
    Starving from lack of attention

I can't help you
    Unless you let my people be

Together as rulers
    We can have our peace talks
    Teach each other
    Trading, sharing, helping, In the hard times

There's no room for two rulers in my city
There will be a revolt
If my people are suppressed for too long

By:  Roger Harkness


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