Who Breaks the Crown?
©January 3rd 2022, Olan L. Smith
Listen people, hear the ruckus, and know what's being said,
The days are growing shorter.
Who breaks the crown, who builds on sinking sand?
Hear the din, the clanging claps, what is all its clamor?
Who breaks a ceiling, makes the walls fall down upon his wealth,
Who falls desires a broken pate, and brings it on himself,
So few survivors, and who tears down becomes himself a liege,
While we do bury the dead, he our lands besiege.
Drum, drum, drums the snare, while the piper wears his jewels so low.
He plays the flute deep within the depths, and down to hell we go.
Who breaks the ceiling makes the walls fall down, deserves a royal floggin'.
While we fall down upon the ground and break our unholy noggin.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
