Recompense

Prancing.
Dancing.
Tumble out of the way
here comes the court clown
dressed in a gown
ready to play.
Fat.
Rich.
Bloated they sit
staring
wondering
puzzled
at what he may say.
‘Hear ye
hear ye
Gentleman
Lads
Ladies
all shall we include
I have an announcement to make.’
Heads begin to turn
eyes narrowed in fear
his whiplash tongue
had been known to
destroy
raze
devastate
men stronger in power
men stronger in riches
men stronger in their supreme courts
than he will ever be.
‘Time has come to make recompense
for all the evil you have done.
Eradicating
denying
eliminating
laws that discredit you
ideas you do not like
whole groups of people
censored
when they speak the truth.’
With all eyes upon
he turned
walking away
leaving mouths agape
hearts racing
brains churning
at what he meant.
What he left them with
was a fear so great
nothing more needed to be done.
What scenarios they imagined
would be far worse than he could do.
Oct.3/18
Photo by TETrebbien on Unsplash
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Queen of Fools

A Queen
born to a court of Fools.
Laughing and playing.
Praying and feinting.
Secrets made bold by blood.
Backrooms
filled with smoke
bourbon
opiates
all are content
for never the truth
be told.
Standing upon the world stage
blinded by power and indifference
orphaned and forlorn
a child discarded.
Broken and battered.
Scattered from here to there.
Seeds sown on the wind
war is coming
annihilation has begun.
Tears escape
scalding hot
as carnage
does unfold.
Queen of Fools
in a court of gold
worshipped a diety
bowing beneath the blows.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen