Conquer
You have been cast down
You have been made a clown
You are conquered
You have been thrown out
No matter how much you shout
You are conquered
He has risen above your pity fest
But he does not puff his chest
Although you are conquered
Sneak, trickster, liar. That you are
You are black as tar
Because you are conquered
You are broken
He has spoken
And you are conquered
This poem is about:
Our world