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Poem by Honora B. Upon the throne the meek King sat, as light poured from a single soul vat. he watched for awhile, though he was in denial. he thought about all his dark deeds, he brooded over his greed, and the meek King continued to think, ignorant of every link. He pushed away every solution, and forever waited in the pollution. The mother lay in grief, though the time with each was brief. She only wanted to protect, she didn't even begin to suspect, that all those children falling down, would be the ones to make her frown. and they all left, leaving her bereft. As the children she cared for, went out that door. As the meek King came to