New world: A Poem

Crowns wishing to be taken
Kingdoms begging to be shaken
A queen’s views now questioned
Kings waiting to be unquestioned

Rich now using the poor
A city using its flower
A girl crying for her tower
Old rules breaking more slower

Glories once more forgotten
Empires crumbling like once plotted
Orphans are no longer sorted
The kingdoms are now to be floated

A rich land is now more richer
A poor land is now more poorer
A few plans now becoming clearer
We watch as truth become more dearer

-Jan @jahnavigouri