An Inspirational Act


Curtains kissed

To every cheering face I had taken a bow
Claps and hoot had calmed down now


As I saw the face in front of me
Wretched, old and ugly as can be


The sadness in her eyes of many loses
Battles she had fought explained all the bruises


Death walked beside her, now holding her hand
Sons of her own womb had betrayed her land


It was time for her rest before the next act
Tomorrow’s papers would carry her abstract


Being her, History’s Queen was a huge task
My real face peeked behind as I peeled of her mask


By Hans Albert Lewis


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