For my children

For my children.

 

For we are kings

And walk the land

With our long handled spades.

We are kings

And look at the day

With our eyes open.

 

For we are kings

And look to others

As they are the same.

 

We look at the day

With open eyes

And our heads held high.

We see all things

And walk the land

With our long handled spades.

 

And when people try

to demean us

And speak ill of us

We know the words of the psalm

We know the words of the king

Who spoke to his God in despair.

 

“Blessed is he that considereth the poor

And he shall be blessed upon this earth.

And thou will not deliver him unto his enemies.

The Lord will preserve him alive,

And he shall be blessed upon the earth.

And thou will not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.”

 

Psalm 41.

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