The Rusted Crown
An original poem
The man who would be king Has no fear of anything Allegations Accusations Wild assertions Of things said and done Nothing sticks to the Teflon don Never accused of being faithful Called uncouth and often disgraceful But nothing sticks and its foregone To the elusive Don Juan Not to be trusted in personal dealings He’d sooner betray you or toy with your feelings Liar Swindler Cheater Thief Narcissistic trickster Causing all manner of grief Godly men making deals with the devil Will surely put their souls in peril But they do not care in their lust for control They wantonly risk their souls to Sheol They have all confidently lost their way Many of them have now fallen prey Adulterer Fraudster Crook Conspirator Callous misogynist Disguised as philanthropist The republic, they say has lost its direction Lost touch with their God, lost the connection They hearken back to days halcyon That will soon be restored by the coming don They quote “scripture” so they cannot be villains Even when they’re willing to sacrifice children Bibles Crosses Churches Priests Commandments by ten Shall be their defence We care not for your bodies only your souls It’s okay to suffer, remember “he’s in control” Yes “he will deliver us” but he’s taking His time We’ll just help him along, it must be his design They claim for all eternity he is always the same That doesn’t stop them from changing the game Devout Godly Pious Violent aggressors Of a loving creator The irony is chilling, when you’re outside looking in Most people might not know where to begin How could things become so warped and perverted Those messages of love have been subverted I am sure there are many who will be offended They’ll see these words as sick and demented Traitor Heretic Apostate Sceptic Doomed by religion Because of my opposition Into this milieu steps the man who would be king His lust for power drives him to do anything Easily he is able to exercise control and persuasion He burns down the building amidst a standing ovation The man who would be king Has no fear of anything
Bio: Brian Sankarsingh is a Trinidadian-born Canadian immigrant who moved to Canada in the 1980s. He describes himself as an accidental poet, with a passion for advocacy and a penchant for prose, an unapologetic style, he offers his poetry as social and political commentary.
