Poetry – New Year, Same old Sh@#

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I was going to try to write a cheery New Year’s poem…oh well, maybe next year.

“New Year, Same Old Shit”

200,000 crowns
could never satisfy
the heads of those
born unto
the spirit of entitlement.

Nor would 200,000 bodies –
as more than that
have already been
stepped over
or kicked aside
by royal feet.

(Poetry by Maranda Russell, Photo via Pixabay)