Fie! Remarks a peasant –
the need to deify kings
of blood or those intent
to be crowned – buffoons
are loath to see
the mirror’s image which
doesn’t lie, but
kings not anointed wish
for deification despite
the peasant shouting
fie.
Galileo’s telescope
opens the door to a reality
the pious would
deny.
With a slam that door
breaks your fingers
a chasm no omen
could predict –
the future comes
whether we see
the truth or lies.
The people you kill today,
today the people you kill,
the children you lock
in cages, the cages
that give you a thrill,
cowardly world,
cowardly world,
bringing back the
Salem witch;
cowardly world,
cowardly world,
your moral compass
goes blink, blink.
This is my manifesto
to a world bereft of kind –
the indigent always matter, for
freedom from want is a
credo for humankind
to believe in and
wealth is nothing
but bluster when
the grifting is but
a lie.
2019
Anne's mediocre poetry 