Trust

How could I 

presume to know

what makes the trees

and flowers grow?

While in myself 

I don't expect

to see or use my 

intellect. 

What makes on man deserve the best

when countless hoards of all the rest

are bowing, shaking... tumbling forward

onto the robes of their King. Toward.

The middle of this act regresses

the queen steps up in her fine dresses

She sighs

and sets her royal head

toward the earth

and to toward the dead.

No peace we find 

in this fine nation

slowly headed toward 

damnation. 

Stop an think awhile before

you join their march to 

hell's dark door.

Learn don't trust

and never love

or you'll get s**t on

from above.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Any writing which mentions getting s**t on from above is a fine write in my book (I am guilty of same - not shitting from above, that would be perverted and sick - I mean writing about being shat on)
Your work carries the thread of learning and warnings for the reader to learn to trust ourselves enough to know we dont have to trust anyone. I like this RubyOmma
:)

[RubyOmma]

Thanks for the review! I wrote this like 15 years ago when I was an angsty teenager. Just getting it out. :)

[ANTO]

You're welcome. Mines was juvenile and angsty too but when I wrote it I was 44 lol.
Glad to read you. :)