When the Tables Have Turned
The sky touches the ground.
The poorest wears the crown.
The worlds richest, now begging for heavenly riches.
What and who is glorified on earth,
but not glorified in heaven.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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