Saturday, October 29, 2016

I Sat A Queen

I Sat A Queen

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)


I
sat a queen

collectively
'we'

adorned in purple and silks red

not poly woven
or threaded

by willing/unwilling
members dreadfully scorned

their ensembles

humbled sackcloth and ashes
tattered

worn by laity

some tragically born

during centuries
of dark violent surrender.

Costly

yes, impressive
in our glorious dress of splendor

we did abide
in secreted hides

under carvings
of ornate gold.

No substance conveyed
as an opulent pretender.

Yes,

over the heads
of our self-imposed crowns
filled with jewels

desirable

to all hungry
of every gender

for whom
boldly we bought
from multi-merchants
who from far lands

sought

whatever our hearts
contrived to dream

so many could schmooze us
while we consorted

curiously curled
beneath duvets of feathers

titillated by sweet morsels
and once tender limbs

some squeamish
but other delighted
not to squirm

but to deliciously scream.

Ah, yes!

Protected,
we were by military teams
whose lives to their country
dutifully

they rendered

toting
artillery ammunition
in the fast
disappearing past

on two-wheeled
wooded
limbers.

I do remember:

I

sat a queen

collectively
'we'

deemed
to promote gaiety
wondrous

within realms of international
royalty

kings and princes
reigning
during variant

sovereignties
thunderous

while not perched on our heads

a crown of twisted thorns
by one mutilated

whose hands
professed multitudes

an uneducated
man of flesh

fed

his lips spoke
simple supposed

'truths'

about
ancient and future
stories

who

in useless
humility
read

about
some human forefathers
long dead

yet,

I

in theory
and all practiced tradition

led the world
straight ahead

although

it has been said

our teachings
'tickled the ears'
with patronizing
platitudes

instilling
crippling fears

causing
parents to offer
on nationalistic altars

offspring
who sadly bled
for greedy demons

thirsty for power,
money and blood

laughing and cruel.

Young adult children
taken

driven and schooled

yet,

in death or insanity

no honor for them
really served.

But really

didn't we give them
what they deserved?

Parades and accolades
metals and plots

and days of remembrance
for them

annually reserved?


Wickedness
is with the heathen one

food

for all of their brood

where war internal is there bred

and propaganda is the topping
worldwide being spread?

Why then this sudden display
to forcefully dismount us
from our religious throne?

And why
did the many
wait for this day

to our utter
death

in eternity lay?

Who gave this king
these very sharp teeth
to rip us to ribbons

to flutter in agony
and flail in defeat?

Why say

in a God-appointed hour
our systems were breached

when heard the cry:

"Get out of her my people!"
A international throng did preach.

'Be afraid to remain inside her gates
for surely you will die.'

They exposed to all
what we didn't call lies.

And why did the U.N.
sneakily conspire

then as one
powerfully
in unity

divinely act:

Our crown
to eternally
retire

when we operated
as one

contracted
in pact?

No more will we be able to interact

with kings
and commerce.

To riches aspire.

I
no longer
sit a queen
with a territory
vast or not
to bequeath.

*

The smoke
from her fire

ascends

as incense
to the heavens

to the One

whose name
she did not utter
in righteous defense.

In shame her actions
did her proclaim:

Harlot...Babylon the Great.

Killer of the prophets and holy ones
and all of those who have been slaughtered on the earth

her sad claim to destructive fame.















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