Soloists
. for public domain
Hauled away in chains alone,
their names are carved in granite stone;
and kings once perched upon a throne,
now long forgotten, lost, unknown.
And yet they did not so live
to be remembered, or to give
us lessons how to live,
to condemn, ignore, or forgive.
They took birth as they took death,
a beginning and an end of breath,
claiming their own sacred hymn.
We forget kings, remember them.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2023
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