Ruling with his iron fist

Vall Davies

All I see is hurt,

Why is there so much thirst 

For blood?

It's dripping down, 

Like a never ending waterfall.

All must hail

The king,

They say.

The king who wants war,

Instead of peace.

I lay before you,

Can you hear my voice?

I'm begging you,

Don't do this.

But he keeps ruling,

With his iron fist.

 

 

  • Author: Vall Davies (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2022 05:54
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 18
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Comments1

  • Dahlia

    great piece I can think of many ways to apply its message, Dahlia

    • Vall Davies

      Thank you. Glad you liked it



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