Poetry: Hidden In Books | Rachel Charles

the future

I see my wealth feeding the hungry kids
Teaching them what Pun and paradox are
Table of Princes had drinks weaved in beads
Standing applause rocketing the light hiss

Royals in the White House rolled out a scroll
My name echoed in wealthy Barrington
Dust Whirled as I spoke, this is how I roll
The universe couldn’t contend my tone

Speak these light words so dead letters can rise
You breathe into nostrils, glee is your tune
I see the President shaking the wise
He shook the high sacred ties,wife and June

At the table of intellectual meal
Our words paid the feel, the bill sealed the deal

© Rachel Charles

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