Who made thee who rules the land?
Who made thee who strides around?
Who ignited thy flame inside,
Unknown to human eyes.
Who picked the a firey orange,
And planted thee in a dark forest?
Who made theee roide alone,
Along a dark and dreary road?
How could thee be of divine creation?
A saviour for our nation,
Did thy who made thee have a pure heart?
did tyhy who blessed thee come from above?
Who would thy be if they trusted,
This beautiful beast,
Ruthless all around,
Hidden in the shadows,
Lurking around.
-K
The Organised Mess 