Stand

This poem is about the struggles for freedom and the power of unity.

Place your head on my temple legs and all,

the walk was long but the meaning will keep on.

Worry not ‘bout the outcome,

those proclaimed king will be no more.

The sun, impatient, keeps burning,

head keeps wondering on and off.

The b***h is ready, too conspicuous,

 the crowd loud, here comes the next fighting dog.

Stand! Worry not ‘bout the outcome.

The radio underground,

but the music thunders in hearths that kings be no more. 

The crowd loud; I got you,

 place your head on my temple legs and all.  

  

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[m❤r❤]

Great read. Looking foward to reading more.

[Leviathus Fortes]

"those proclaimed king will be no more"

Dictators, intimidators, manipulators...

Their reign ends with their own blood being shed.

Everyone gets their comeuppance.

It's just a matter of time.