Poem – Tyrant’s Moon

The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.

One thought on “Poem – Tyrant’s Moon

  1. Here I lay so sorrowfully sad, for during my life I only thought bad.
    I destroyed their dreams and crushed their hearts, for serving me was just the start.
    But in the end they smile and sang, for I was crushed by their KING.

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