Oh Prince

The Prince is in fetters
Time for him to pay his debtors

There is nowhere to run
That would ruin all the fun

Oh Prince, did you think your shining crown would protect,
The careful kingdom to which you have been elect?

No, the time has come for the castle walls to fall
Where you once stood tall

Those you tread on will have their moment
It’s time for you to pay your atonement

No shining crown can save you now
Oh Prince, look around, where art thou?

Emmie Randall is a poet from the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Her work can be found in Down in the Dirt Magazine. Read other articles by Emmie.