as
if one queen was not enough
two
queens might cause a furry
when
all the surfs and ne’re-do-wells
gathered to ponder
the conundrum
a
king sits on his throne unaware of havoc
counting
his jewels and gold as he sighs
nary
a thought about other matters
the with outs and
the have-nots, in their flurry
how
might two queens appear you ask
when
only one king sits and indulges
in
all his mighty kingdom far and wide
while others distraught
huddle, some cry
the
storms do come, they ravage they tear
homes
once shelters now in despair
the
surfs adrift in the torrents of rain
the queens, gather
the king, feasts with no matter
when
was there such tremendous upheaval
in
balance and logos in God’s kingdom
where
once a united whole as intended
now torn, in ruin
one king, two queens
Kat
26 August 2019
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