Keepers of the Realm
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Who cries for them for they do not weep?
Who cares for them for many do not keep?
Who sees for them for their eyes are shut?
Who eats for them of serving an empty gut?
The sun is theirs for the cold surely comes,
Nights are long for darkness always numbs…
As the frost sits upon their noses and thumbs,
And dinner awaits upon tables of their crumbs.
The clothing they wear does slowly evaporate,
For the churches and institutes do celebrate…
Along their wills and demeanors that do abate,
And the magistrates of conformity do dictate.
Keepers of my brothers so little time is left,
As they prepare the gallows for their theft…
Echoes of anguish as they null in their bereft,
Prisoners of time when captured in their arrest.
June.14.2019
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