The Servants Secret

The servants secret

This is the Servants Secret,

the Peasants,

the Slaves.

The Lords’ Suspicion

from the corners of his eyes catching

the mocking smiles of knaves.

Worse than having

anothers man’s bastard

fathered on you,

the sniggers, the horns.

Lived all his days,

but could never quite shake it,

the Awful Suspicion.

Haunted him like a childhood nick-name.

Bought Lands,

fought Wars to quiet its’ voice.

Had his name carved in stone,

statues erected.

Dressed in silks, ate fine foods,

bedded every one of his peasants daughters

on their weddings nights

and still it nagged and pawed.

Even buried in his mighty, marble tomb

still his bones the question gnawed

that maybe though Lord of the lowly horde,

he was really a Fool in the Laughing-stocks,

and there for the market to mock.

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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and carbon based life-form. He is a mammal and an ordained Minister of both the Church of Scientific Humanism & the Church of Life.

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~ by reverendhellfire on July 10, 2011.

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