The Throne
Bloated, puffed up, without fear
His domination should be clear
He’s the boss within his crew
Who’ll approve of what he’ll do
And a victim he now needs
To suffer from his cowardly deeds
All his boys around his throne
Which crumbles down once he’s alone.
Wendy Nipas
Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2021
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