In Which Their Thrones Sit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They all want to be seen as kings and queens.
With it expressed...
They had been forcibly separated,
From wealth collected and stolen treasure chests.
But no one wants to take a broom,
With a cleaning up debris and other garbage...
That has been in their way for decades decaying.
And in which their 'thrones' sit!
But facts like this they refused to admit.

'We...
Are great! '

~You...
By now should know it takes,
More than just words to say and prove it.
And from where I observe to witness truth,
As it exists...
Your greatness as you wish this,
Is more heard from your mouth while moving your lips.
But a greatness to commit to it has yet left you to respect,
The throne instead of the image.~

'We...
Are not in need of thrones! '

~Then you...
Have no claims to declare 'greatness'.
If you permit the throne you own,
To sit in garbage to disgrace the appearance of it.~

'But we don't declare that garbage as ours.'

~Even though you put it there to allow it to sit?
Are you awaiting for someone else,
To pick through your trash to discover your 'magificence'?