Poem – Tyrant’s Moon

Poem 1 Minute

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

Published by timothyfrench15

Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.

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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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