King

by Navan Kothari aged 16

I am not your enemy.
I am not your rival.
I am not your servant either.
I am your king.
I am your king who leads you to where
you should be and should not be looked down upon.
I will listen to you.
I will care for you.
But I will not bow down to you.
I am the reason why people like Alexander the Great
and Mahatma Gandhi existed.
Ever wonder how a bird learned to fly? Or heck
even how a cheetah learned to run like The Flash?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
Ever wonder why rappers can speak so fast
and why sloths are so slow?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
You don’t have to say thank you.
You don’t have to love me.
But wait. Who created the idea of love?
Yeah don’t worry… That was me… your King.
You probably still don’t believe me.
How about you go look it up on
what is called… Google.
Ever wonder why it’s called Google?
Ever wonder where the internet came from?
Yeah… That was me… your King.
My sister Hera even witnessed me
throwing darts of lightning rods on a daily basis.
And you’re going to tell me I am not your king?
I guess there can only be one knowledgeable
person in this world.
Yeah… That’s me…
Your King.

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