In Crying Disgrace and Sweet Remembered Sorrow


In Crying disgrace does

my sweet sorrow remember

Of crimes said and done

Committed last December 

Our heroes were gone

Our Saints were dead

Our Saved King was long

Since in bed

Democracy was the way in fact

Our heroes died defending that

Our king was rotten

thrown in his grave

long before death

had taken the stage.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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