Terry Miller Poet Rhyme

Beggars and Kings

I would fly up high on whispering wings
unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud
and look upon the beggars and the kings
some poor, and others with great wealth endowed

I would fly up high on whispering wings
to see a multi-billionaire, so proud
while yet another for their supper sings
melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed.

I would fly up high on whispering wings
look down upon the Earth, its growing crowd
and wonder what or who ordains these things
some in ragged clothes, some in golden shroud

I would fly up high on whispering wings
then I would take them all; I once avowed;
those with far, far too many shiny blings,
and smite them all from darkest thundercloud!

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Andrea Dietrich January 11, 2022 at 4:10 PM wow, delivering harsh justice. I LOVE that. This is really super clever how you wrote this. I would never have thought to go this way with whispering wings. Gosh, I have to hurry and do THIS contest. it's filling so fast Terry Miller January 12, 2022 at 5:08 AM Thank you, Andrea, probably a bit harsh but it reflects my current anger, note to self: must write a happy poem.