On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are

All My Life Men Like You've Sneered At Me, And All My Life I've Been Knocking Men Like You Into The Dust.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

Why Do The Gods Make Kings And Queens If Not To Protect The Ones Who Can't Protect Themselves?

I Have Climbed These Steps So Often I Know Each One By Name.

I Am Only A Little Lion, Child, And I Vow, I Shall Not Savage You.