King For a Day
This is what it feels like
to be king for a day
The coronation would be
bullet hailed
as an assassination holiday
Giving a princely speech for
unity and peace
Would bring out the hate
This is what it skin chills like
to be king for a numb nation day
The pall festivities
would unwaveringly have
a tear-stained flag lowered at half-mast
To honor fallen royalty of the past
Solemn faces would bravely force
a rosy picture smile
As the thorns of pious peddle lip service
pierce their sullen hearts
with celebratory guile
This is what it feels like
to be king for a laude long day
Given the crown colony’s ignoble state of moral decay
What would this king’s renown namesake say,
as rotted hope
fills the catechism chokes on ceremonial display
And the assimilation marches and votive merry
look regal glorious,
in a faux triumphant way —
As the court of bigotry still holds colorful sway
This is what it feels like
to be king for a dethroned ideal day
01-17-22
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2022
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