QUEEN OF CORRUPTION

The queen sits
With rose-colored shades
Breathing the stench
Of corruption and mayhem.

She's sukled the innocent
Making them slowly into her form;
More deaf and to the cries
of the underserving wantonly crossed.

The skies pale in her wake;
The temperate colors run
From her, in fear, lest
She sentence them to hell.

Iliana - Maria Martin
Miami 1983