The Queen or I
This is a piece close to heart. I had written this back when the Queen passed and sentiments were split like the tomatoes soup in Bruce Almighty. I wrote a short essay on how I felt about her passing but it was not approved probably because I had felt too strong then. I decided to edit it into a dialogue poem and I found that it articulated my feelings more even if it has been a while.m
A Monarch's Passing: A Dialogue
I mourn the old woman, ninety-six years strong,
Why should I weep for a tyrant’s song?
She was a symbol, a nation's pride,
A scourge whose rule I cannot abide.
But her power wasn't absolute, they say,
Yet absolute enough to lead lives astray.
Her reign brought progress, unity, and peace,
Pillaging and wars that never ceased.
She knighted heroes, brought honor bright,
She honored villains cloaked in night.
Her life didn't affect us, can't you see?
Her actions crushed my ancestry.
The world remembers her with love and grace,
In her name, they pillaged many a place.
She’s left a legacy, a timeless art,
A bleeding wound in many a heart.
Her family mourns, their loss profound,
Her legacy—dark shadows all around.
Why can't you see the good she's done?
Blinded by bloodshed, how could one?
So we stand here, both sides opposed,
One’s sorrow, another's past exposed.
Let history judge, let truth reveal,
A monarch's fate, a people's ordeal.
About the Creator
Nneka Anieze
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My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.
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