Lickspittles oozing love for Goliath?
Over David?
No prince, no Joshua, no Caleb to speak loudly
to a speechless Moses.
“It is not time,” nor “be afraid,”
not said.
At Balmoral,
a real king will soothe a hooligan who thinks he’s a king.
Tell a rabbi his words echo empty into eternity
and, like a fragile poet,
he blocks you from visiting him at the castle.
Flattery is the balm
when missing the bomb.
Cerastes seek perfection in the mirror at night.
Old Bull Frog’s wisdom stays silent, waiting,
‘and weighting.
The Raven 𓅂 never looks at his reflection,
just ahead.
©Philippe du Col, 2025 🍊 𓄿.𓄿𓅂