Yesterday...
The durbar was full.. By every door were people seeking Justice, wet eyes, anger, mistrust, fear, greed every pair of eyes had a story to tell None of the stories true None of the stories false A mother looks up for a divine intervention When the Guard announced the arrival All stood up All bowed down Respect for the law of the land forced upon as a custom She heard her name after a name she feared A dark raven became her voice Not that her voice was ever sweet or that she was ever beautiful She heard the law or was it a date Man just fixed and sealed What could just decide her fate The Durbar was full The royal has not arrived Oh but why would it matter For to the world - she a low life In all the accumulated misery she draped an oxymoron Dignity ha Most stopped to stare But that was yesterday..