Croyance Ayoade
@croyanceayoade
1 year ago

The Kingdom's Dichotomy: A Prince's Struggle Divine."

In regal attire, I stand, a prince by decree,
Yet my clothing belies the truth they cannot see.
Confusion swirls within, a battle I wage,
For my visage tells a tale, at odds with my stage.

I tread the path of royalty, adorned with grace,
But my heart aches, for a different world I now face.
The kingdom's divided, rich, and poor set apart,
A truth previously hidden, tugging at my heart.

For seventeen years, I was blind to this plight,
A prince of the realm, shielded from this stark sight.
But as I walk the lane, reality unfurls,
A glimpse into a realm of agony and pearls.

In a dimension of poverty, a mother's pained cries,
As her emaciated babe before her quietly lies.
The echo of her sorrow, deafening in my ears,
An anguish so profound, it unleashes my tears.

How could I have been so blind to this strife?
As a prince, though revered, I've lost touch with life.
Seeking solace, I tread into unknown terrain,
But a photographer's call snaps me back again.

"Your royal highness," he beckons, his camera in place,
Capturing an image, capturing my face.
In this moment, a juxtaposition of two spheres,
A prince torn between his duty and his fears.

A tapestry of contrasts, where worlds collide.
As this poem speaks volumes of both joy and woe.
Let its words sway your soul, like a gentle breeze,
And forever remember, the prince who yearned to please.

🤔🤔 Hold on but as the camera clicked, freezing time's embrace,
A question lingered, wrapped in enigmatic lace.
Did the lens capture truth, or a mask so clever?
Leaving minds in disarray, the prince's face, forever.

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