The King dances naked
procession marches on
flags of retribution
mother sings her song
into the fire
pages keep us warm
guillotine is sharp and shiny
best to read along
truth dangling by a thread
rope upon a tree
doesn’t matter what you think
the cool-aid not the tea
drive them out
no sanctuary
all need to flea
father told me to think it through
thinking is not for me
dancing to the rhythm of the jester’s beat
his song will set us free
turn my sight from my sister’s plight
naked we all will be
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Very good.
Powerfully penned, Bat. Another excellent write full of deep layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian