Mary [POEM]

The shallow insights towards

wealth and power generates

the famous dialogue;

"The farmers are starving!"

"Let them eat cake!"

—Mary, The Bloody Queen

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Heavy Themes

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Mary

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Artist: 8iii

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I can still hear all of their voices,

Lofty is the wealth in my castle,

Deserving praise, they're second to none,

But all of the gold and precious gems

Could never amount to me, the queen,

It is quite so charming, so charming,

To have everything within my grasp,

The commonfolks are but my puppets

That live only to serve under me,

But, they are not my words, after all,

The rules are written under our veins,

Nobles shall rise over the others,

And commoners, belong to the dirt,

I can still hear all of their complaints,

I do believe that I have no faults,

No sins, no wrongness, whatsoever,

And yet, I could hear the people sing,

Singing their curses and their anger,

Their envy is understandable,

For I am the queen, most sought after,

I own the power to govern them,

I have power to rule over them,

I am, after all, valuable,

My price unchecked by the seraphims,

Lofty is the wealth that I possess,

Both material and in my title,

I can still hear the guillotine drop,

So, how could this ever came to be?

My wealth and power, dwindled to none,

Those who were supposed to adore me

Were all chanting my name with disgust,

Is this the end of my lavish life?

Except, I have no faults, none at all,

None that I know amounting my life,

None that I know corresponds my death,

Yet I could still hear the people sing,

Singing their curses and their anger,

But it's not I who written the rules,

For I'm but a follower to it,

I still hear their jibes, 'Long Live The Queen!',

And in that moment, I understood,

That the commoners were envious,

Of my position and of my wealth,

Of the crown that gave me my title,

I closed my eyes and waited for it,

The so-called judgement I should receive,

I waited, and waited, and waited,

But it felt like it never did came,

I opened my eyes, and I saw red,

My once pure white dress that adorned me

Was now bathed with scarlet red hue,

'Beautiful', was what escaped my lips,

And at this point, I could hear nothing,

My bonny white dress became even

More so, after it was dyed with red,

And there was nothing more exquisite

Than to be bathed with more of this,

I had once thought that white was supreme,

That was until I saw me in red,

How lovely, my blood was also red,

Perhaps, in other people's as well?

Lofty is the wealth in my castle,

Deserving praise, they're second to none,

But now, I finally know the truth:

Nothing could compare to blood that's red!

For the Queen is the easiest piece

to be taken out of this chess game.

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BG Photographer: Michael Mouritz ]