And She Cried

There is an old woman

whose husband had died

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

and then this old woman’s

children all died

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

and then this old woman’s

grandchildren all died

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

then her tears turned to rivers

that flowed far and wide

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

they flowed to the sea

and they salted the tide

still she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

then they went to the clouds

and the heavens all cried

still she cried

and she cried

and she cried

and she cried

 

then she sought out the king

who for so long had lied

but behind castle walls

where the king tried to hide

with dry eyes

counting prizes

from war after war

this old woman, with teary eyes

knocked down the door

then she let out a roar,

‘Not one more!

Not one more!

Not one more!

Not one more!’

 

and then the floods came

and the king could not swim

but this tired old woman

stretched her hand out to him

 

then she reached for his crown

and placed it on her own head

‘Now the people will rule,

and will speak for the dead’

 

he let go of her hand

and tried to take back the crown

and so greed, not revenge

is why the king drowned.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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