Would Be King

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #64
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roses, plea, mud, thorns, sins, sense,
loathsome, love, canker, bud, thief, sweet

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #256
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erupt, shimmering, crow, paint, shadow, fury,
ripple, boiling, rise, swarm, park, sweep

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #307
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Would Be King

The crow erupts from the roses,
shimmering shadow of glistening
feathers and fury. Cawing his plea
that we rise up, stop this swarming
nonsense that would paint love,
and gentle compassion as a canker
sweeping out to destroy our world.

That somehow loathsome, barbed
wire walls of boiling hatred should
replace the sweet sense of understanding
and forgiveness. That thorny sins
of bigotry and mud slinging would
better serve our purpose. That violence
and war are better than hard won peace.

How long will it take before we know
that this thief has only his own purpose
in mind. That he feeds on rippling fear
and the growing bud of blind ignorance?
That his only wish is to park his butt
on a throne so he might declare himself,
King. Lord, of all he sees.

Elizabeth Crawford  6/19/16

Notes: The crow is a symbol of higher law. That which is above whatever mankind makes.
I usually steer clear of politics, but these words refused to go anywhere else. I did use all of them.

Image is a bonfire photo put through the kaleidoscope. It has always reminded me of an ancient idol, perhaps a false one?

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