Unwelcome

Notes from a Queen to a King...

There is ice in my veins

When I think of you

No warmth remains

When your name is uttered

You’ve slaughtered the hand

That once fed you

You have desecrated the land

That we both were built on

What a gift it would be

To have never met you

What a tranquil sea

I would set sail on

You committed the sin

When lies took you over

You did anything to win

But you’ve lost in the long run

Be off with you

With your arrogance and presumption

Join the fray

Full of righteousness and dysfunction

Hold your head high

Among the weary drones of consumption

Elect yourself Monarch

Full of pretentiousness and corruption