The Critical Crown

Critical crown

Lifted up

From the ground

Every single person

From the top down

Cried when we watched

How it came to

A heap on the ground

Unusual as it had been

To see the wickedness of many sins

Compiled into the critical crown

Lying on the dusty ground

The Breaks

Coming down the line

Faster than a train

Slow motion

Down from the emperor’s hand

Makes the everyday man

Work through the night

One can claim victory

While the others work through

The holiday

How

When life is forced

Rather than reflected

It becomes more difficult

Than anyone expected