Long Live the King

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07/08/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Dusty Death

 

Taking a walk
Among the ruins
I walked with
My head held high.

Sitting amongst
The broken throne
I felt like an old
decaying Wine.

I spoke to
Wandering birds
And the lowly grubs
And they gave me
The same courteous lie.

‘Thou art our Master.
Thou art our Lord.
We’re happy thou love
Us as we love thy.’

They walked me right to
The edge of the deep blue,
Across which I would
Easily traverse and back.

I swam across to fill in
My lands the natures
Bounty my treasures,
hoarded and stolen, lacked.

Slowly their oily
Smiles did
Slide off their faces
Most foul.

Slow it was for all
But me that
Witnessed their
Bilious reek around.

From across the
Ravine of trust
Did I see them tear
The masks they wore.

They would revolt the
Very repugnant
Of beings that the
Woods of yonder bore.

The king perhaps met
His stately match
In the repulsive creatures
That he himself bred;

Forever did he befriend
Things that should meet
The blunted axe instead of the
Welcoming open breast.

But striving to be the
People’s man and the
Commoner’s king
Dealt a deathly blow.

Acts without their warrant
Are meant to ruin all;
Kings, legacies, treasures,
Goodness and much more.

It takes nature a millennia
To scrape a new path
From among the jungle
And mountains of yore.

Hurry only the wanton
Juvenile and unseasoned
Idiot who thought himself
Better than all others before.

Siddiqui F.
(16.10.2011)

Note:
1- Began on the 16th of October, 2011

2- From the 5th paragraph onward it was completed in my room on the 6th of August, 2012.

3- Image Source: https://loquaciousscribbler.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/worksopwoods1.jpg

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