A simple crown, soft on the head,
The rebel’s sign, the artist’s way.
It turns from black to bloodied red,
A simple crown, soft on the head.
Through streets and canvases it’s led,
In quiet wars and bright display.
A simple crown, soft on the head,
The rebel’s sign, the artist’s way.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
Online) - Published: May 18th, 2026 07:24
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Comments2
A most lovely write Matthew that points out the duality in a simple hat and maybe more. A fave my friend
Matthew, this really hit me. The poem feels elegant and restrained, yet there’s an undercurrent of rebellion and sacrifice running through it that gives the simplicity real force. Strong little piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
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