The Broken Toy
The most pathetic thing I've seen
Of late was not the Grifter Chief
Endorsing lame conspiracies
Before a crowd of drooling morons.
It was not the sight of pious monsters
Hiding their own bloody hands
As they denounced what Russia's
Done. It was the wallowing in grief
Of millions all around the world
Over one old woman's death.
A mascot of a sort, a useless thing
One might place on a table,
Monarch famous for her hats,
For many of those blubbering,
She'd never been their queen.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-09-19 at 23:32
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