A Faction Not Recognized/Freehold Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Brains, nag, a copy
You will feel much better after a good rest
Then up and atom with the chaotic diadem
Sovereign rule threatened by convenience store owners
He was open all hours

Freehold
That is your tendency
You are who you are and it is contained in the body of a promissory note
We open the basement but it holds no answers

Because now secret meetings are held elsewhere
The locations are different each time
In the void of the haphazard, you will not find written their names
Only castle keep hugged close with excessive sentimentality

Paradise vermin hustled by hypocrisy
Cover story for a faction of the damned
A fraction of which is spilled
Onto the victor's history not recognized by people who were actually there