Kingdom Came
Kingdom comes and kingdom goes,
But crooks collect the entrails.
Taxes torn from each of those:
The we in us who fail.
This is not America,
Not yet nor any more,
As long as crooked crowns beguile,
Freedom's not but lore.
Copyright © B.J. Fitz | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment