half full half hungry peasants

Written by: Frank Guglietta

Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty 
always glow through
castle windows

feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.

the poor smell the duck, the 
gravy.
peasants dream of 
beheading the commander 

souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,

that day is lost 

now we glorify their
stuffing feast

the feel of fitting in with them 
makes you warm inside like a 
shot 
of whiskey.
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball 

tuning into your idols, 
forgetfull 
they have no recollection of 
who you are.
time is wasted on a 
meaningless mirage 

keeping the peasants happy, 
with their half eaten chicken 
breast