Prophet by Danielle Que

Consecrated hands trace, the names, the throne

That bears hauteur of the purest human soul

When the face is veiled white, can the simpleton,

Sit gallantly and preach to a silent wicked fool?

 As though an angel that spread a vulture’s wing

The string that muzzled the country’s parapet

And delivered the heavens an unlawful king

That loved most dear, the greatest prophet.

-not yet finished. I ran out of thoughts. Btw, this is a satirical poem mocking the government. lol