Kings Poem by alex White
Kings
Lairs' words on crisp white,
Clean yet stained
Gives route to hindered sight
Generations of tyrants ordained
Hungry eyes follow slowly
slaves to the most lowly
Bread falls on greasy rich lips,
crumbs fall to those subjected to whips
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4/22/2024 7:17:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Justice is only for the rich the rest of us scrabble for the crumbs. Well written poem with many meanings 10/10 BB: O)