I published this here many years ago and it's one of the few poems that I haven't sought publication for in literary magazines or even in my poetry collection that was released back in 2013. I don't think it's quite good enough a a standalone poem, though I may attempt to put it to music.
Still, it has it's merits and it seems to have taken on a new meaning when I read it again this morning.
So, in honor of World Poetry Day, 2017, I thought that I would give this one some new life.
I'd appreciate your thoughts but, more then that, I thank you for taking the time to stop by and read. Feel free to hang around for awhile.
So without further ado...
you prop yourself up
higher and higher and higher
and i stand below
watching you scowl when i don't bow
from the apex of your hubris you cast your stones
don't do this
don't do that
i don't you say
you follow the laws like a remedy
you cast your stones and breathe your praises
your love letter
you seem to have forgotten you're human still
you're pushing me down lower and lower and lower
you're looking down
the weight of your halo
wounding you fatal
from the cushiness of your throne you cast your stones
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price 2011.