by Laura Doom
hate is king
crown prince, president, premier, prime minister, lord and layman
the queen is dead
[we are all kings]
long live human nature
Posted on 11/24/2018
Copyright © 2019 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/24/18 at 05:11 PM|
Good one, Laura.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 11/26/18 at 04:25 AM|
riddles cook best beside bacon
griddles, oh the pan
cakes that turn with a
There still exists a queeh
of ice cream
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/26/18 at 04:24 PM|
Even kings can be held captive, slaves to fear of all those others trying to get their little piece of royalty. Your poem made me consider if hate is a serf of fear and if hate is a feudal system it is all too easy to become subject to. And then that final line gives a glimmer of hope that there is something at our core that is unified with all else, with all those others who aspire to royalty because they are unsure if being human is enough. Thanks for this thought-provoking piece, Laura.
|Posted by Brian Francis on 11/30/18 at 11:31 AM|
Brief, concise, true. Well done.