Friday, September 20, 2019

Reliquary


The feign Camelot strides the golden calf
his thralldom spreads like plagues of death; 
toothless and mindless servants 
trawl in their viridity, 
spellbound in perfidious naivety 
they gather gold that gluts their king, 
imbecilic to their own tribunal demise;
where idiots rush in kings send knights-errant
to pillage from those less fortunate 
and call it Democracy. 


- John Hardesty 
©️9/20/2019

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