NANCY’S STABLE 12 By Nancy Ndeke

Yesterday’s Kings, sit quietly counting dreams on the golden gates of former bloods of serfs.
Barely awake from daily nightmare, shame drips from their rheumy eyes to their sallow sunken cheeks
With a lost song twisting their twitching lips in memory of when their thoughts were laws
With old tables standing upside down and their scepters broken
They drink the full measure of misery in hurried sips praying for the kindness of death
The fate of dictators and false leaders atop a heap of ill gotten glory gone gorry
Proverbial chickens come home to roost on Karmas wings.Nancy Ndeke
@November 2019

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