My Honor Is Your Honor

A poem about the difference in social class and inequality of people and the problems it can pose to society, but even if one lives above all others, one's reign always comes to an end.

My honor is your honor, your heart mine
Together forever until all end to time
Give and take, a king and queen,
The world of man is not as it would seem.

And when this push and pull disrupted
A king an queen who live corrupted
Resolute in our heavy chains,
To forever live for another's gain.

A purpose with faith never given,
This Faith with one becoming driven
To break free of all the binding
To show the rulers who need reminding.

Corruption is as chaos goes
Yet good and bad are never foes
Into the land not light or dark
The scythe of Death will make it's mark.

Reviews

[BlueJay]

This is an interesting write, and I think that had it not been for your interesting and precise word choice it would not have been nearly as thought provoking. However, overall, I was definitely a fan of this piece.