Filk

At Crown Events

A filk by Marcos de Foronda

To the tune of "At Seventeen" by Janis Ian

I learned the truth at Crown events

That deals are made inside the tents

And chivalry is just for show

For those with power in the know

Recognition for the friends

Of those who's titles never end

Ignoring those naïve by youth

At Crown events I learned the truth

And those who work with double faces

Sheltered in their social graces

Let others do their dirty deeds

In reaching to fulfill their greed

And those true men of chivalry

Are buried in the rivalry

It doesn't all make sense

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A brand new squire with dreams of white

Is being taught just how to fight

With rights and wrongs in undertones

To always work at getting known

And those who work behind the scenes

Are buried deep within the dream

While volunteering silently

To keep alive our chivalry

Remember those who win the game

Lose respect they sought to gain

In lapses of their honesty

With dubious integrity

The Kingdoms eyes will gape at you

In dull surprise, with payment due

Ignoring all the hints

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To those of you who know the pain

Of accolades that never came

And those who's deeds were not recalled

When politicians names were called

It was long ago and far away

The world was younger than today

And dreams were all they gave for free

To innocent young fools like me

We've all played the game, when we dared

Pretending that we've never cared

Inventing reasons for our wrongs

Hiding truths within our songs

They come and ask

Come help me, please

We murmur vague obscenities

Or hide within our tent

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