Throne Poem by Dorsey Baker

Throne



Upon your throne
You sit alone
Your eyes
They sweep the skies
Never looking down
To see
All the people
Standing around
Naked and starving to death
Because
Poverty and hunger
You have never felt
Upon your throne
Your heart
It remains
Bitter cold
Touch your silver
Shine your gold

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