The Proud King

Everyone called him Great The Kind soaked with pride He blew his own trumpet Was he the God’s own child! His subjects lived in misery He did not bother for their plight ‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’ He shunted misery out of sight Darkness never mattered for him Beautiful women lighted his nights No opponents to challenge him He took delight at his might ‘Who is the wisest of you all?’ He made the wise men fight Rewarded the chosen ones The rest fled out of sight The king strode over a desert once The Sandstorms put him in a bind Thirst overcomes him, no water at sight His soldiers flee, left him behind No drop of water around The king went wild Like an oasis, he saw a lone old man Walking afar, nothing to hide The Kind appealed to show the way Promised to give back anything in kind The old man asked for his kingdom The angry King made him blind The old man laughed at him Ego made the King blind Rains lashed over his dead body The soul was back in humankind