Sitting In Their Backyards

Pawns once quickly victimized,
Now yawn.
As complaints of those,
Preferring to sit on cushioned seats...
Can be heard comparing themselves,
To the ones accustomed to suffering historically.
The ones limited to nibbling on crumbs of stale cake.
Once thrown to the streets by a hired baker.

And those pawns once used to comfort royal beliefs,
Find those capable of pulling strings...
To aid their own relief,
Now sigh in a grief worse than orphaned children.
Sobbing as their wind swept yachts,
On lawns appear mangled and broken from piers.
Now sitting in their backyards behind lost dreams,
Schemed by decades of achieved demeaning.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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