Ray Quesada

Burn The Kings' Robes - Poem by Ray Quesada

I write to light tomorrow's flame
When I am gone and can fight no more
And I fight beside those who are the same
as I - the Freedom Rebels; the caged; the poor

I've sunk my teeth into the tyrants bars
and shrieked like a monkey attached to probes
I've summoned the heat from the very stars
to shred and burn the Kings' great robes

Because the Kings will smile with arms wide spread
and call on 'their people' to fight for a cause
then turn their backs, 'till half the people are dead
and find another reason to put Peace on pause

The people believe in the good of men
and the rulers exploit this fatal trait
They give answer knowing you've asked the wrong question
They use our very good faith as bait

Once caught in the trap we'll raise finger and point
and pass blame far from ourselves
deep down we elect representatives so that we may annoint
them with the burden of carrying our guilts and out Hells.

December 4th,2011

Comments about Burn The Kings' Robes by Ray Quesada

  • (8/13/2013 10:02:00 AM)

    'tis a theme which never tires of the poet's attention. And unfortunately one which must still sadly be expressed. I applaud the sentiment, and award it the highest honor of conviction. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/8/2013 2:45:00 PM)

    Excellent write, Are we just pawns for the 'elite' to play with? (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/18/2012 6:44:00 AM)

    As I said...kindred spirit! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013

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