Hierarchy
Part I
Bright lit skies, and dancing grass,
Lands of freedom, future and past.
But what atrocities haunt the day?
Smiling frowns with something to say.
Hidden beliefs quickly beaten down,
The whips whip voices for their sound.
A deaf ruled monarch of ignorant bliss.
All would change on one discrete kiss.
A touch of lips that stained the realm,
Forbidden touches made to renown.
They loved each other without question,
Soon they’d learn mistakes of suggestion
