Cardboard Throne

Look upon the king

Sitting high above

The cardboard throne painted gold

With the lies of hate

Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it

Rubies forged in their blood adorn his head

In the fragile peace

Broken hands holding him up

Believing everything will be fine once he’s up above

The words twisting their reality 

As those below scream 

Muted by guns 

Down 

Down

Down

We fall

If we disagree

The guns come for us

Preventing our words of water

From melting his place

Fear is his law

Upon the cardboard throne

I-Am-Me-Perfect

VT

14 years old

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