Tears of the pawns.

Our sacrifice means nothing to them. They treat us like underfed fawns. We are the commoners and so we are their armours at the battlefronts. 

We don't rest. We work through the darkness until the break of dawn. We are a full package like a palm tree but they only see us to be palm fronds. 

Not even a hypocritical apology to convince us to let bygones be bygones. They are blind with pride and are never ready to right wrongs. They sleep on orthopaedic mattresses while we sleep on dirty lawns. 

We look up into the skies waiting for Clark Kent to save us but we have no idea what he is still doing in Krypton. We stand in the rains and make sure they are dry. A little care from them won't be bad but no, they never hear us cry. 

They would be glad to watch us suffer in pain and die. Yes! Because they know we will rule as Kings and Queens when we join them on the other side. 

- Akwasi Tymer