Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Throne of History

The throne of history,
Cheapened by concessions,
Governs in mystery
And lauds its digressions.

Its alien address
Seizes the fluent seat
And presides with finesse
In glorious defeat.

With all I can muster
I will seek to depose
The fierce, regal bluster
I forever oppose.

I covert no new speech
To quell the mind of man.
The throne is out of reach,
Silence smothers the land.

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