A soldier is a mere pawn in a king's game,

But some are destined for greatness, and fame.

The soldier turned king, with a heart of money,

Passed from Generation to Generation yet to be stopped,

The servants worked tirelessly,

But People cared for only fame and money,

But then, history closed the circle,

Another soldier, a mere pawn repeated the unicycle,

Only a few left with hope and joy,

The poetry of a soldier to a king.