I sit on top of the heap
Surveying my kingdom beneath me.
Everything is there
That I need for my good life.
New jewels spread before me,
Every day.
I look around and find my subjects
Perusing the tip,
Eating this and that,
Taking morsels that I do not want,
Giving their lives to me,
To ensure that they give enough
For the feasts and pleasures that I will enjoy.
Without fear of recompense
I am the leader,
I govern this land.
Retribution will come their way
If they do not heed my laws!
The laws that ensure that
I will be richer than any other!
I have the power
To rule this rubbish heap,
That I know is my world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Thinly vailed this poem reveals in its satire a would be monarch that shows no regard for his subjects and is out of time and place. Well done Gold beware England knows well what such rulers are capable of and none of it is good for the common man. I like this poem Andy
Your words are much appreciated soren and so true, thank you.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
The rubbish heapers will always be at your beck and call, life dictates this now.
In saying that, the meek will inherit the earth, I'm told.
Very true Paul, thank you for your comment.
Andy
A fine write, Andy. Subtle enough to be rad at a White House press briefing. Well done.
Most kind Jerry, thank you.
Andy
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