SECRET ROOM By Tom Jensen
I have turned the knob
That opens up a door
To a secret room
That doesn't have a floor
Where the walls are bare
And there is just
a folding chair there
Floating in both
space and time
And on it reads a sign
That states:
This is the throne to
a kingdom which awaits
Any man who creates
A way to rise up
above the fray
And reach the seat
Hanging below this archway
For he is the protégé
Who can free this world
From its ever present pain
Block out the sun
Turn off and on the rain
He who holds the power
To build both churches and schools
He who holds the power
To destroy all under his rule
He who holds the power
To entrap and enchain
He who holds the power
And yet he will refrain...