Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
This royalty and hierarchy,
Makes little sense to me,
Being utterly against my morals,
To praise any type of hypocrisy,
I haven't ever understood why they are ''better'' than us,
Born into wealth and placed on a throne,
Born into poverty and without a home,
How is this fair?a
This cannot be just,
They are no better,
Than any of us!
Those who wear the crown,
Don't abide by the law,
They are above all,
They don't conform,
The severity of their crimes,
Make no difference.
We believe the hype,
And carry on with our lives,,
I'm not ignorant,
I'm not the norm,
I admire the French for past revelations,
If only the world would wake up,
Nation by nation,
Let the snakes slither away and interbreed,
But they are not going to affect me!!
My country is a grown up one,
do we need these kings and queens?
They own the land and interbreed
to protect their royal brand.
They kiss her feet and drink from
her mug, eat bacon from her plate
And in the past Elizabeth one, would
scrape your ashes from her grate
Now her descendant, dripping in
gold, and furs and caviar, doesn’t
Know you or me, but we the people,
pay her bills, and clean her lavatory
They’re all the same, rich parasites,
living off Britain’s honest folk,
Long live the queen and write a poem?
What a bloody joke!