"Murky Royals"
All these Kings are in it for themselves,
Their kingdom filled with mana meant for the slaves, even cheese meant for the mice, shelves pregnant and forgotten with treasures pilfered from the farmer's hands.
They say they are for the people, yet their castles built so high they don't awe there are the people!
Multitudinous hours put into ploughing their gardens, yet no severance package when the digging is done.
With a polished crown on your head and a rod of iron we expect you to be munificent not maleficient since our voices ordained you....
Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that?
I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality!
People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!
I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright!
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