He sits, stewing on his armchair throne,
drinking his whiskey, in the house alone -
the King in his castle's been overthrown
in a battle of clashing beliefs.
Challenged by his son who has changed his team,
suggesting that all they believe is not as it seems -
For his family, his kingdom, what does all of this mean,
when their loyalties now lie divided?
Who among them has faith, and who does religion?
Is it living and breathing or outdated tradition?
Are the foundations solid that they have their hopes pinned on?
Or will their worlds come crashing down?
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We have been talking alot about bad poetry in my playwriting class this term and it was suggested that we all try to write a bad poem about our play. The above is my attempt at the exercise.
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