Facade
By: Christie Henriquez
The one that holds the noble crown
Does it make them feel good
while others are down
Do they do it for pleasure
Curse everyone as fools
While they stand there perfect
and we look like ghouls
With there conquering hand waving high
As they look at the peasants walking on by
What makes them better then the rest?
Because there well known
and they know what’s best?
Last time I heard, perfect’s a sham
You had your power
for as brief as you can
Now that its ended
you’re just normal again…