All Scepters Disowned
I don’t bow to money,
I don’t bow to fame
I kneel to that one thing,
that time cannot change
I don’t speak for ‘right,’
and won’t speak for ‘wrong’
My liege is the truth,
all court jesters gone
I don’t hope to be knighted,
my shield more concave
And rejecting all title,
the past still enslaved
My will lay unbroken,
my heart for a throne
A crown jeweled with memory,
—all scepters disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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