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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
(UN) Deserving? We stayed in a temporary segregated island-like kingdom Of course, there were rulers, and Crowning moments Every now and then, where Medals, mentioned names, And crowns which were most popular to only a few but The few had driven-passionate hearts. The crowns, three in all, each bigger than the other Were encrusted with jewels. The smaller crowns had always shone brighter than the largest. The owner of the largest crown had been its owner For quite a few crowning moments Apparently, to the people, The owner was unpopular and His rep(utation), Fell short of his crown’s At every crowning moments I am reminded That the crowns’ shine is affected by that of the People And their opinions Which I damned greatly At the crowning moments, I heard applause, two pair of exhausted, wrinkled hands I heard very mildly Clapping, though there the kingdom Had a few tens’ pairs to spare. I see ‘em applauding Not for me, As I gave myself Compliments and comfort silently, I wept in all MY crowning glory I looked at the smaller crowns which shone So much more brighter than mine. There was once a moment I saw the Large tiara, shine in all its glory, Not in a mirror reflection But on the crown of a rising rebel. Who cheered in all HIS crowning glory “FUCK I hate my class” EDITED by JEAN at 1:49 AM
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