To Be King


Like the sting of rapier

The words cleave the trodden soul

Blood bound to the crimson spewed

In payment, the heavy toll


Mirrored image truculent

A child seen in repose

The wonder gone from their eyes

And wonder of where it goes


Flesh has born in body torn

Epitaphs in sullen grey

A feast is spread before us

Table filled with what we say


There upon white muslin sheet

Your past lies as your repast

A thousand lashes are struck

From dispersions that were cast


So, council not to anger

Speak only words in wisdom

For what we put in the world

Our kingdom it shall become



18 Responses to “To Be King”
  1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    What we put in the world will most certainly become our kingdom. Wise words indeed filling the verses of a beautiful poem. Lovely work Brad!

  2. Jim Borden says:

    where does a child’s wonder go?

  3. beth says:

    Hopefully we retain at least a bit of a child’s wonder and their caring and gentle, open approach to the world

  4. Speak only words in wisdom. Easy for you to say!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    Lots of ways to interpret your words. The lesson for me is children learn everything from us—the good and the bad. We need to understand that responsibility and always be mindful of it.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thanks, Pete! It is all about ownership of our words and actions. Not only for the children that absorb everything they see and hear, but for the rest of our the world too. I appreciate all your support and comments.

  6. kristianw84 says:

    We should never stop wondering! I’ve always made an effort to retain my childlike spirit and wonderment. I never want to stop learning, and I never want to stop my excitement over simple pleasures, like bubbles or rainbow sprinkles.

    Excellently written!!

  7. jonicaggiano says:

    This is such a great piece and great message. Many children don’t have a chance to be a child at all. What we do to others we will answer for some day. This is a great piece for children, teenagers and adults. I love this poem. Everyone could use such a reminder. Love Jonikins

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