Friday, February 01, 2008

the storm waits

The storm waits
The rising waves caress the seas
Building up its anger
Slowly cruising for its destruction

The merry making on the land
The party goers and king’s men
Lying drunkenly into oblivion
They don’t care
They want to have a good time

The leaders get their medals
Glitter seductively in their eyes
Surveying it with greedy mind
“Now I am Sir Knight!”

When the middle and poor classes move
Camping throughout the city
The knighted knights feel the shiver
They quickly run into backdoors
They can’t face the multitudes
Gathering to ask for alms…..
You see knights should help the needy
And those who need favors and more

The storm waits….
The emperor goes shopping
Holding up seeking profits
For his princess he thinks he is right

Nobody dares to tell him
He will lose badly if he goes to voting war
So they feed him a glorious tale of spying
When he decides what he feels the truth
He is going down naked in the polls

The yellow yarns of story
The emperor believes in his glory
Walking with his smile
He forgets to see the storm brewing
He thinks he has built corridors
He is utterly protected….
The storm waits
Rising temperature circulating waves
The wind sings its merry whirring melody
Like the Pied Piper
The emperor and his knights will fall asleep
Dreaming about the glory
For them it is history….

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