Have the Gods of the Copybook Headings,
Tall… by you wretched deceivers controlled;
By the Knights of the Copybook spreading,
All… of the truths of your lies will be told.
They have burned all the books you have written;
When… all your books were rewritten with lies;
They’ve uncovered the books you have hidden,
Then… they have ripped from your face its disguise.
They have cast you to fall from the towers,
How… they, you ‘surpers, they’ve torn from their thrones.
Though you’ve cast your aspersions by hours,
Now… you’ll be lucky to pick though the bones.
Not a gauntlet was raised nor contrasting
Frown… for they did it by lifting us high.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Your sense of balance is on fine display here. I look forward to more of this series, my dear.
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As his wife I know what the poet is saying here. I’d like to ask some of you to take a minute to leave a quick note saying what you believe this piece is saying.
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No one ever took up my request for comment.
{{sigh}}
It must be this little bent wand I carry. It does make me look more fierce than friendly.
heh
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