A Letter To
Dear Loved One,
Hold your scolds,
And pray for pay.
Taxes at their maxes,
With no love above.
Hope for our 'pope',
To hand a demand.
And rob their mob,
Devour their power.
Stolen from us first,
Their empire will burst.
And left there, stands us,
With more to discuss.
Wait for that time,
They pass by our crimes.
No one has to know,
We are the anti-hero.
From Yours Truly.
Copyright © Writing Muse | Year Posted 2024
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