An avarice for sun
And the daydream
Rent asunder
By an ineluctable geography,
As the realms couldn't mesh
For warriors seasoned
Yet perplexed, still
Murmuring an anthem
That no longer does the trick,
Causing nobody to shapeshift
Into the needed saviour
Who wouldn't bow down
To the fateful ultimatum...
Love the rhymes, the assonance. I just wish I knew what was what - contemporary politics?
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Holden Moncrieff
Fri 14th Feb 2025 13:08
Thank you so much, Ray, I really appreciate it! I didn't have a specific intention in terms of era when I wrote it, but your interpretation could surely apply!😎