The Mystic Prince
The mystic Prince
In a city, known for its pilgrimage and great antiquity,
there was a call for someone with integrity.
This metropolitan place is too much in control by criminal creeds,
while visitors struggle with impossible fees to stay and offering deeds.
A place which means a lot for spiritual liberation and speaking,
turned into a full of nothing, by self love and self seeking.
Rendering the false truth leading to the elected temple,
windows of perceptions turn into convenient antecedent.
Cathedrals and churches turn into museums,
coffee shops and cheap malls beating the drums.
The council of the city wants that we must go toward,
the prestige, its status and the financial reward.
A young man of talents with words and intuition,
speaks of timeless aspect, like the ocean mind condition.
Then one can change the aspect in time like waves,
by composing words that contain the sacred to embrace.
Traders, dealers and hoarders claiming in vain,
creating only poor effect on the ocean brain.
The salt of the sea in sustaining motion,
have the purpose of fresh water promotion.
The human soul by enduring task,
needs new inspiration to inquire and ask.
Give your people a free education by human right,
then those expensive universities are only good for the vain appetite.
The waters of knowledge are troubled by a stale ideal,
which has a unnatural providence as appeal.
The city council is not impressed by such thoughts,
dismissing the mystic prince with its amusing talks.
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