Would it be: A poem for Richard

Would it be that I be loved by she

Who gave me life and breathe

Would it be that I be treated kindly

By he who is called my brother

Then would I be contented

 

Would it be that the power giver

Had given enough for those who have it

None would seek to step on the neck

Of those whose loftiness hinder

Then would I be contented

 

Would it be that my form was perfect

Free from spot or deformity

Dogs would not bark with tails curled under

And small children would not flee

Then would I be contented

 

Would it be that words harmed not

The heart where sword doth not pierce

Then would I stand straight and strong

And face the battle e’er so fierce

Then would I die contented.

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “Would it be: A poem for Richard

  1. Wow Dave! This is so beautiful and heartfelt. The emotions just burst through the words. The last repeated lines of him questioning if he would be able to cope in life if he was just dealt a better hand is heart wrenching. What a powerful piece to read before bed. Thank you for sharing 🙂

  2. Great analysis of the underlying causes of Richard’s anguish and anger…. Excellent
    MG

  3. Pingback: Summative Entry for Shakespeare and the English Renaissance. | Dave Z'Art

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