Glory gave the king
a statue with Diogenes pity
and some bird shit
and the patience
to stare at strangers
who don’t salute.
the sold-out bards
wrote good songs
and valorized the sword
and the sweat of greed
with light
and moral-fight.
The load of a hero
and the clicks of camera
could not put aside
the ungodly silence
and the hours
when the truth was ghettoed
for spoils.
None can
hang the lord
now
except for the skulls
6ft beneath the
history.
Thy Vox 
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