Hail The King Date: Wednesday, 4th February 2009 @ 02:52:41 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: jason_robert_britt Sitting now upon the throne Elected up to prune the bone A harvester for greener days Until fertilizer remains Stringent beams of power flow Invisible to all we know Ticking pieces being set Nothing which to hedge the bet Absolution's time is now Fight fight fight pow pow pow A fist to all who shame the game Marching along in unity's name Boot to street and hand on heart Will begin the ending's start One world love to one world hate Scraping teeth on empty plates Gears turning for war's cold cry Tears will pour from mother's eyes Atillery like locust swarms Fly to consume all that is warm Lessons are not always learned History still sometimes burns Prophesy comes fast and hard When but a few hold all the cards This poem is Copyright © jason_robert_britt Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=147786