Tainted Crown Poem by P K Joy

You gave me a crown.
But I find it tainted.
All the precious gems and diamonds
studded on it are looted.
The previous owners’ blood stains
can still be seen on them.
Their blood was shed
in torrents to extort these charms.
The slain owners’ souls
are wailing and straining to reclaim
These. So, this crown on me is
indeed a massive shame.
Take it back and instead, God,
give me a country mat
Spread on the black mud floor
of a thatched little hut,
Wherein I can rest and sleep
with undisturbed scruples,
Without being haunted by
deprived owners’ souls.