I was blowing your horn all along,

Didn’t realise, it wasn’t meant that way,

My words were scorned and my actions too,

I still went on and finally got paid my due.

Your palace is abound with jewels,

But my mind is now restless,

I did you good, yet did not know,

The consequences of the poorest.

I hope you realise the pain you caused,

 I hope you realise my mourning,

I hope you realise how you caused death to many

And robbed slum dogs of their pennies.