Peasant... Poem by Richard Wlodarski

I am the sole peasant
Traversing the mean streets
Of royalty's travesties
And precious life's descent

I am the royal fool
In King Henry's court
Wishing to abort
From the devil's cesspool

I am the anguished slave
Darkest of mankind's deeds
Bearer of Satan's seeds
Searching for my lost grave

I am the naive recruit
Of all religions' servitude
Forsaking my livelihood
To taste and eat devil's fruit

I'll peel the spicy onion
Of the sole extremist's religion
I'll touch my lonesome soul
To reach my life's peaceful goal



Richard Wlodarski June 2016