Sympathy and Crowns Do Not Mix
And if I fed you my fist,
Would you still hunger
For the humility of others
Gorging yourself on
Condescending moments
And a rank, steady diet
Of callous remarks
If I blackened your eyes
Could you still see
The light that encompasses
You in that holier-than-thou
Cocoon, or the brilliant
Spotlight you shine on others
To point out their ineptitude
If I knocked you over the head
Would you still itch to wear
That crown and call yourself sire
Of a land where you were
Once known as pauper
You were serf to another,
Tilling the soil, planting vitality,
And waiting for it to flourish,
Only to give it away by
The basketful on bended knee
Now you sit, high and mighty,
Surrounded by gold, watching
Others shoulder the weight
Of that same responsibility
God help them if their
Baskets are too light!
For your iron fist
Tastes like bitter hypocrisy
And it truly will
Blacken eyes and knock heads
What do you care?
Sympathy and crowns
Do not mix
Copyright July 1, 2009………Sheila Roy
Skillfully written indeed.
Yikes, hope that's not coming from something I could of felt or written - meaning you saw into it just a bit further, whatever it was - or who - it left a black mark on your pen/pad and heart, to write and be inspired by it!
GREAT Poem and Fine Honest Heart spoken!
I feel ya'
Your style amazes me how you write it IN THE GUT!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passion_Pulsing, SHEExooo
Regis
Anna
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Be always safe,
Karen
But there is God, who can turn the heart of a king, and He is ultimately in control of the affairs of men.
Connie
Not a side of you I've seen or read before but I like it, the passion and intensity, the sheer conviction, the outrage, you pour it out and on. Excellent!
John
Governments? Religion?...oh yes I most definitely absolutely agree with Richard, but even those callous people we meet in our lives along our journeys way who can throw out servings of their self proclaimed superiority...yet do not like or understand being served a reality check of just desserts...This is a very wonderful release to share a realization they are not superior...I thoroughly enjoyed reading this Shelia!
Peace & Blessings!
Vickie
My take!
I too am beyond disillusioned with our present government, and also with the unilluminated, phony, deceptive form of Christianity that masquerades on the TV and in the mainstream. The insincerity, the lies, the skullduggery, the elitism, the arrogance, the lightless, wisdomless propagation of what was once truth sadly taken out of context and butchered.
Your poem, - and (in my humble opinion) it's pertinence in context to all the illusionists and manipulators in government and also in mainstream religion - reminded me of something that Robert Lewis Stevenson wrote. Below is my loose remembrance of it:
"Considering that the best things in life are often the nearest: the breath in your nostrils, the light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of Light and Truth just before you, then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's unornamented work as it comes, certain that the daily duties you've been given and your daily bread are the sweetest things of life."
Blessings ...
fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Best Wishes