They dream on their heads to wear corona
Monopolized by men born to wear it.
The sky calls mortals back to good manner,
Or in a wink all their stuffed heads can fit
In corona, first by the low world worn,
Made by Satan, or brought on bingo wings.
The most powerful become the most fear-torn,
Wishing only in the world apart things
Fall apart, and at their homes peace be worn.
Yet, it’s worn as equal power between kings
And plebs. It reminds, in the best and worst,
The air they share as friends unites them most.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
They dream on their heads to wear corona
Monopolized by men born to wear it.
The sky calls mortals back to good manner,
Or in a wink all their stuffed heads can fit
In corona, first by the low world worn,
Made by Satan, or brought on bingo wings.
The most powerful become the most fear-torn,
Wishing only in the world apart things
Fall apart, and at their homes peace be worn.
Yet, it’s worn as equal power between kings
And plebs. It reminds, in the best and worst,
The air they share as friends unites them most.
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