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Kingdom of Plenty

The following story is created by Michael Evans.   Though fantasy, we as individuals have the ability to change the world.   The heroine Estelle (could be like a news article) that brings this to the attention of the Prince.   It is then the Prince that takes the initiative to change the world.

Very classic narrative of the privileged and despairing.   We are the ones that can change the world around us.   Touching the hearts and lives of the people each day.

With something so simple as a smile of acknowledgement to warm the heart of those that pass by.  You changed the world.

The Kingdom of Plenty

© 2017 Michael Robert Evans

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The Kingdom of Plenty was rich, it was grand,
It shimmered with gold, fur, and lace.
The Dukes and the Duchesses, Earls and Counts,
Couldn’t think of a more perfect place.

And on this magic day, the King and the Queen
Held a ball for young Egbert, their son.
For this was his birthday, his coming-of-age,
The day that his childhood was done.

They gathered the Barons, and all Baronesses,
The Viscounts, the whole royal clan,
To feast and to dance, and to drink, and to sing,
On the first day their child was a man.

They played music on harpsichords, fiddles, and fifes,
And the sound was genteel and fine.
They ate from great platters of lamb and roast beef,
And they drank from huge goblets of wine.

The King and the Queen sat on high, jeweled thrones,
As they welcomed the crowd to their ball.
They called forth the servants with bread, fruit, and ale,
And said, “Plenty’s got plenty for all.”

Then the king gave a speech, to honor his son,
As colorful banners unfurled,
He said, “Son, my dear Egbert, now that you’re a man,
You must go forth and take on the world.

“You must strike out alone, for some far-distant land,
Suffer thirst and starvation and strife,
You must conquer a kingdom to claim as your own,
And select for yourself a fine wife.”

And Egbert just grinned—it’s what he did best—
As the royals around him all cheered.
He climbed on his carriage and took up the reins,
And off to his future he steered.

He rode past the palace, the mansions and shrines,
And the castles with turrets and moats.
He saw orchards and stables and vineyards and barns,
And fields filled with cattle and goats.

But as he rode on, the houses grew small,
They were ramshackle, rickety shacks.
And the people looked grim, as they struggled and toiled,
With huge loads on their bent, weary backs.

The fields turned to gardens, all scrabbled and coarse,
Barely putting forth any good food.
And the stables he’d seen just a short time ago
Were now small sheds, unstable and crude.

Then his horses stopped short, they reared back with a start,
As high whinnies escaped from their lips.
The Crown Prince looked down and he saw in the road
A young woman, her hands on her hips.

“Now see here,” Egbert said, as he looked down at her,
“I’m the Prince, so get out of my way.”
But the woman just stood there, her eyes locked on his,
“Prince of what?” was all that she’d say.

“Why, prince of this kingdom, the castles and farms,
I’m the prince of each inch of this land.
I’m the Prince of the Kingdom of Plenty,” he said.
And the woman just laughed: “Ain’t that grand.”

“My name is Estelle,” the woman went on,
“And the Kingdom of Plenty’s a sham.
I work in your bakery, I make all your bread,
And you don’t even know who I am.

“See that man over there? He works in your barns.
He feeds all your horses their hay.
He shows up at sunrise and comes home at dark,
And he’s there, rain or shine, every day.

“For this work, he gets paid a few shillings a week.
So he can’t buy his family much food.
His kids, they go hungry, they beg in the streets.
They’re the ones you rich people call ‘rude.’

“And that woman back there, she sews your fine clothes,
Keeping satin and silk on your backs.
But she gets paid so little she can’t buy a thing.
For her clothes, she wears old canvas sacks.

“And those people there, off to work in your fields,
They’ll hoe and they’ll rake in the sun.
Their backs are bent over, they’ll never stand straight,
But they’ll harvest your food by the ton.

“This land you call Plenty is built on the backs
Of these people, whose work’s never done.
It may all seem grand to your folks and their friends,
But Plenty’s not plenty, if someone has none.”

Well, Egbert, he stammered, he squirmed, and he said,
He’d have someone see what they could do.
But Estelle, she just smiled, and she said, “You’re the Prince.
The one who should do it—is you.”

Well, Egbert looked ’round, and he took in the scene
Of these people who worked day and night.
And he saw how they lived on near nothing a day,
And he said to Estelle: “You are right.”

And he looked at Estelle, and he knew that his search
For a partner was already through.
She was strong, she was smart, and he hoped in his heart,
That she’d maybe be fond of him, too.

So they climbed on his carriage, and off they did ride
Through orchard and meadow and grove.
The Prince with his hope-to-be bride by his side—
Well, to tell you the whole truth, she drove.

They returned to the palace and entered the hall,
Where the party was still going on.
And the Dukes and the Duchesses all stared in awe.
They weren’t sure he had actually gone.

“My son,” said the King, “you’re back awfully soon.
We gave you two big jobs to do.
And yet here you are, with some poor peasant girl.
Don’t tell me your journey is through.”

“This poor peasant girl,” Egbert said, “is amazing.
She sees things in powerful ways.
Her name is Estelle, Dad, and if she agrees–
I’ll spend with her all of my days.”

“Mom and Dad,” he went on, “did you know that our fields
Are worked by the starving and poor?
They make all our clothing, our dishes and drapes,
The fine carpets that cover our floor.”

“But they’re not paid enough to put food on their plates.
Well, now that your son’s come of age,
We’re going to do what you both should have done,
And pay them a true living wage.”

And he and Estelle threw open the doors.
And a huge mob streamed into the hall.
The weavers, the butchers, the farmers, the poor,
Were suddenly guests at the ball.

And Egbert stood tall as he said to his folks,
“I’m telling you now, as your son:
We’re paying these people what’s fair and what’s right,
‘Cause Plenty’s not plenty if someone has none.”

Well, the King, he looked troubled. The Queen, she did too.
And the whole crowd just stared at them both.
Then the King stood up slowly, and tugged at his beard,
And said “Son, we gave you an oath.

“We told you to conquer a kingdom!” he said—
Then he stopped and looked at his son.
So strong! And so proud! Then he looked at Estelle,
And he knew deep inside: She’s the one.

“Egbert,” he said, “We told you to take on the world
And sharpen your powers.
You have done what we asked, though it pains me to say
That the Kingdom you conquered—is ours.

“We will do as you ask, and we’ll pay a fair wage,
And we’ll treat all these people with care.
And as for the bride we were hoping you’d find—
Well, you two make a wonderful pair.”

And the people all cheered, and they ate and they drank
And they filled the whole evening with fun.
And the King and the Queen, they felt blessed beyond words
As Estelle danced for hours with their son.

And they knew in their hearts that the whole world had changed
Since the start of that magical ball.
Cause Plenty’s not plenty if someone has none—
But together, we’ll take care of all.

Michael Evans