CROWNED SLAVE

Dear Child King
Laugh but sparingly
Remember Child King;
Remember the moons
When by chains we lived
Polished apes they claimed


Dear Child King
Remember you chose not
The tone of thy skin
Smell the indoctrination
Of smiles plastic kissing thee


Remember
Remember the salts of thy sisters
Raped by masters inferior to black taste


Dear Child King
Remember that the fruit
Falls not far from the tree
Tread but carefully
Lest the earth you tread upon
Is snatched by the clown
Whose seed plagues sight


Child King
I say to thee Child King
Watch; See the lies lying beneath coin
See deception wearing a mask
See tombs laughing with Children praying
See the puppet you have become
See that a Crown has its end
And thy voice roars in the wild