The Throne

We live and we die

Under your watchful eyes

When we speak

We’re ignored

While you sit in your tower

Dropping mud on our heads

If there’s a God

Does he hear?

Does he even care at all?

When we plea for some help

When we plea for our lives

As you sit on your throne

Filling your face with pie!

We won’t be ignored forever

Someday will come a purge

Enjoy your time on your throne

‘fore we take it for our own!

Published by dustyplz

A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution.

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