Paper crowns

Kings and Queens
With paper crowns
What will you do
When morning comes?

When over-grand
Your gestures err
And smokened black
The breathing air

When people ask
What will you know?
Wisdom-less
A showy show?

Will you humbly
Cede your lack?
Or, blowing, heat
A hollow stack?

How do you play
At life so well?
Artful in your
Telling tell

Kings and Queens
With paper crowns
Quietly
The morning comes

"Paper crowns" poem by Roshan James

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Comments

  1. An eloquent exposé of the unlightened elite. Nice work Roshan.

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