If you saw her true interior
Looked through all the hard exterior
Saw the sadness, sincere fear in her
You’d never say those things
You’d see the stuff that she puts up with
While you tell her to plead the fifth
Though it’s true, and not just a myth
‘Twas you who locked her rings
Kept her hidden, and defiled
When she could have been beguiled
Even stealing her one child
To sell to other Kings
Life is leverage, to these riches
Just like cauldrons, to the witches
Ingredients come not with stiches
Though attached, are “noble” strings
How the World Should Work 