The Throne, the Filth, and the Rain

 

On your throne you rest,

looking amongst this filth

this filth is of nothing

they coil into their shells

as you belt out orders

from this throne

your voice,

your voice is the only deadly thing here

 

Here we manufacture bombs,

grenades,

and guns,

we could be in perfect peace,

a great peace,

if it were not for

your atomic voice

 

Someday a day of rain will come

the tears of joy

will cool the hot metal,

molding all of our weapons

so we may defend ourselves,

as we charge your throne.

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

This was a great piece! A moral compass that points us to see the problems with bad leaders and what will happen if the common folk are given the chance to reclaim their happyness from the leaders oppression.
This flowed well and your images came through very well. I was drawn in and loved the last line! :)
Charge! Great Write! :)

[~*The Writer In Me*~]

Good job.

[Maxwell M.]

very nice read. i like that (to me) it seems like a nod to our country. kudos miss.

[Red_Queen]

A very good piece.
The only thing that caught my eye error wise was the "be" in line 12 i think it should be "We"

[thebrokenwillow]

This is amazing. Really it is. The power of it is impressive, and the symbolism.
Truly stellar.
Beth