Tea Of Thoughts

Chained warriors

Hushed whispers ride along the wind all around town,

Concerning all sorts of tales especially ones of the crown,

Matters of such gore,one should learn to hold their tongues,

But not all are willfully obedient until shown where they belongs,

Often a witness to the 'teachings' of those enraged fools,

Further used by those cleverly ignorant 'enslaved tools',

Wisked away in the name of justice never to be heard or seen,

Becoming a fabled tale that ride with the mist of what could have or had been,

'Hush now! dear,no need to make a scene,

Just move along and bow your head,

Let fate see to our whim',

A constant say my mother warned for fear of my stubborn way,

Relented I did but never once did my spirit sway.

End.

 

Author's pov
Hi there,nice to meet ya. The name's fave, kind of new to all this so hope y'all liked it. If ya did,comment and let me know what you think. FYI the poems are like mini-stories of their own if you didn't get the idea. So remember to like and follow,see ya