Poetry

Trying to bring the change
with bleeding silver.
 
As it is/was, this world.
You may not agree to it.
 
The release of tension
from the cupped eyes? Will not
alter the secret deal.
 
There at the hemline,
bodies were scattered, slain
after the trespass.
 
The royal coin, flexes
its muscle. It will talk
through the muzzles.
 
Poorest of poor will become free.