I'm choking on rose thorns,
My life fading as my daughter
Points her pistol at me,
A malicious smile on her face.
How did it come to be this way?
You may ask.
I'm choking on rose thorns,
My reign of the land expanded
Under Romanov rule,
Only for their lives to be ended
By workers wanting rights.
Why didn't I give them rights?
You may ask.
I'm choking on rose thorns,
The serfs are revolting
I'll give them some freedom,
But they'll have to work for it.
That didn't work.
You might say.
I'm choking on rose thorns
And the problems I've caused.
So it's that simple?
You might ask,
Confused.
I'm choking on rose thorns,
My life fading as my daughter
Points her pistol at me,
A malicious smile on her face.
So that's how it ends.
I say before she pulls the trigger.
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Call Us What By What We Carry
General FictionCountryhumans (in my AU) summed up by one free-verse poem (each countryhuman gets one poem) Title inspired by Amanda Gorman's, "Call Us What We Carry." All poems are by me.
