The kings and queens sit upon thrones
From the balcony they gaze upon.
The peasants smell up the seats all around.
Some ones that feel lucky are seated closest.
At least their sound is pure
And of a place of good nature.
Celebrating
Their little victory.
When the kings and queens celebrate
It is unjust and ugly
They triumph with wealth and know no real pleasure.
When something plays out
They smile with dollar signs
Stuck in their teeth.
They built this house
Sullen with gold array,
Unfortunate display
Of power and pigheadedness.
We sit and enjoy the fruits in which they’ve sprouted.
We do not see through the curtain.
We come to see,
Leave.
The money has already been counted.
Nothing has changed other than time.
We’ve cushioned them in such ways we will never know
This side of satisfaction
Ringing out in clearness.
Our happiness is theirs
And we can’t escape from that.

I challenge you to broaden your views
If you are one who is adversarial,
But should you shun competition
I welcome you to engage in cooperation.
That we may learn from each other,
Sharing our personal perspectives.
If I had ventured to say
That there is no such sturdier foundation
From which upon to build on,
Would you call me crazy?
Perhaps, in a pitiful way,
You would refer to me
As an optimist
Or as daydreaming & faraway.
It's just not realistic, not here or today.
Cooler heads do not prevail,
Safety leveraged over risk is gay,
Precaution is something for *******.
What bullish nonsense and pigheadedness,
Are you not freely disposed toward exercising
Those of your most sacred rights & liberties?
Is too heavy the weight of vulnerability?