Ode to thy Rulers by Julie Ann Gonzales

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Ode to Thy Rulers. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

Doth write to thy heart's content- dare I,
Maketh thy nation a safe place to speak.
Command thy people I beg thee,
Doth not rede then; "How to love a nation thee?"
Bestow upon us the key,
Maketh thy people free.
Mouths turn'd mute whilst hearts grown cold,
stoned in fear.a
 
Grace- Sire!
Feel us thy people,
See us thy people,
Pity! Hath not?
 
All this but a plea,
For a soul shall perish lest free,
Mercy- Sire!
  
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*Note: My heart sings through letters.