Vultures

He saw the vultures flying Around him And over him They watch Gazed Mocked One…two…three Vultures here Vultures there The vultures watched They tried to tie him down with silly rituals The kings and priests of tradition He talked about his dreams His vision His goals They laughed at him They poked his head They wished he him dead An object of ridicule Underrated and scorned He asked for help No one reached out A pout here A shove there He was hurt But not discouraged For he knew who he was But no one saw it Sack on his back He started his journey Ignoring comfort Seeking his first brick The brick for his building The empire he saw in his dreams He spread the word He sort for help No one reached out Like the echo of a gong His words were loud and clear He was determined He struck hard But found no gold This was beginning to get old Pained and sad He fell to his knees A little prayer A moment of praise He got back on his feet He struck again But no gold insight It seemed like it was all in vain The rains came He took cover The sun shined He resumed his labor Another strike The ground was soft So soft and moist Easy to dig He dug deeper Digging without mercy The darkness crept in He felt sad and disappointed And then he saw it It was beautiful It was there Step one was done Time flew by… …His empire in sight His future so bright Trade here Trade there A merchant he became The coins abundant Clothes of silk Houses and estates Bricks upon bricks His empire fully established The vultures reappeared The news was everywhere The old him disappeared The new man shining so bright They watched They whispered Their faces covered in shame He no longer cared Their presence hurt him not A dream of years ago Now an empire on the rock By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2015