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Crowns and Feathers

How foolish we used to be
To give crowns encrusted with jewels
And a throne of dust and gold
To a mere blood of blue
Who's heart is nothing but of stone. 

How blind we used to be
To give nothing but a bird's feather,
Ink and papers torn on edges
To the one with the wisest soul
Who aims for nothing but others to see the light. 

A crown may be made of gold
But the holder can be cold as ice.
A feather may be the lightest to touch
But the words it leaks out are more precious than diamonds.

But to whom did we listen to the most?
We chose to give our ears to the one
Who had the authority
Who could kill us with the utter of a word
Who was considered 'higher'
All because of some crown. 

And whom were sent to be punished
For speaking of what they thought?
We chose to ignore great minds
We chose to disregard the biggest hearts
We chose to forget of the ones who do not forget
And we were happy about it;
We cheered of their deaths.

Just how twisted were we before?

{P.S. I do not speak generally of the whole history. There are just instances before that this has happened.}