Laid out on silks
Her Majesty sits
Her chest with no heart
Her eyes, two plack pits
A gaze like a hawk
Scoured 'till feeble
Lifted by four
She scowled at her people
The poor will bow
Or face the her
If they are alive
She'll turn 'are' to 'were'
Her strength and power
Her thirst for fear
If you dare defy
She'll take all you hold dear
With fear at her will
She needs no more power
The day she might strike
Plucks brave like a flower
But a girl smudged with dirt
With a brain that is keen
Watched the years fly
And studied the Queen
Though she was young
And bowed without choice
Her small little frame
Owned a small voice
She spoke kindly to those
Alone, and who mope
She gave the fragile, treasure
And that treasure was hope
She said: "The Queen is unfair,
She feeds upon our fear.
She cuts up all our love
Without even shedding a tear
"She has no remorse
She let despair unfurl!
But...once upon a time
She was just a little girl
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The Queen and Hope(A poem)
PoetryThis Poem is a rhyming story about a cruel Queen who treats a village unfairly. A young girl "smudged with dirt" wants to stop this....with words. She starts small, giving hope to her people. Then she makes the journey to tell the Queen, "You are u...
