THE CROWN
He sat upon a stool
In a bar, of all places
Three men surrounded
Chiding TRUTH for her choice
A cowboy can NOT wear a crown
With his meek and mild ways
Who builds his castle
In a field where wild beast graze
Riches stepped forward
And presented houses, cars
Degrees, and exploration
Fame highlighted name brands,
Tours, recognition, replication
Then glory shone forth praise,
Adoration, and dedication
But TRUTH saw no connection
....suddenly, they charged forth,
enacting their MATTER BASED insurrection
As TRUTH stood by WORD
Declaring, "I CHOOSE HIM."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2025
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