Where pride resides, HER ROYAL HIGH-NESS reigns,
A young dame adorned in self-appointed gains.
Neglecting hearts, she treads a lofty path,
Where subjects’ needs incur her royal wrath.
Her gaze, a mirror of self-enthroned delight,
A kingdom built on ego’s towering height.
Yet, in this court, compassion finds no stay,
For others’ pleas are swiftly swept away.
Each sunrise bows to HER, a grand display,
But shadows linger where her subjects pray.
In golden halls, the echoes of neglect,
A symphony of hearts she did reject.
Yet crowns can tarnish, lose their regal gleam,
When empathy is but a distant dream.
For greatness lies not in a self-made throne,
But in the bonds with those we call our own.
Hello, HER ROYAL HIGH-NESS, please learn the art,
That kingdoms built on love will never part.
The crown that truly shines,
Is forged in kindness, not in grand designs.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 