The Prince Poem by Nancy Ames

The Prince



A smokescreen of language
rises from below.
the tyrant can hear
nothing but flattery.
His landscape is a mirror.

Mother loves and baby needs.
Father's courage scrapes
the edges raw,
exposes now
the naked,
reaching tip
of human knowledge.

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Nancy Ames

Nancy Ames

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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