had swept
the palace
clean,
occupants
scattered,
reputations
deservedly
tattered
but what
really
mattered
was left
undone.
The masses,
unplacated,
though
approving
the
sinecures
vacated,
gathered
without the
King’s
knowing
outside the
palace
in the
glowing
of the
searing
late
afternoon
sun.
The Queen,
meanwhile,
meanly
perused
The Edict,
this attempt
to restrict
to bridle
to idle
Public Voices.
But the
Queen
was
oblivious
as to how
her
insidious
action would
leave her
undefended
by those
upon whom
she depended
in her grab
for power
in the Tower
from which
the fury of
the Public
now demanded
her removed.
Thus did the
would-be
throttled
Masses
the too oft-
offended
Public
swarm the
Palace
without
malice
but with
purpose,
determined
to feed
the
Intellects,
the
knowledge hunger
in their
children’s
brains.
Upon the
metaphorical
gallows,
upon the
academic fields
left
fallow,
The King
Bore ‘round
his neck
a sign that
read,
“Disparaging.”
The Queen,
beside him,
bore ‘round
her gullet
a placard
that read,
“Not
Respectful.”
And upon the
loose
language
of their own
lamentable
edict,
did those of
the
K-12
monarchy
emit their
last
professional,
institutional
gasp.
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