THE CROWN

The Crown

has succeeded
to steal freedom ,again
with shackles and  whips
and the same
old masks
and tricks


Confined
to dwellings
awaiting orders
and press briefings
worried about food
there is
no sleeping


To the noise
of funeral hums
to the thought  of
unmarked graves
at burial grounds
and fresh laid slaves

Of the Crown


From continent
to continent
she takes captives
some survive,her voyage
but some do not live
and some
do not enjoy
this life
She gives


As they retreat
inside
In fear
to hide
From the fury
and pride
of

the Crown


Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick