The king is dead! Long live the king!
History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals,
The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head.
Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated
By methods natural and unnatural,
Thrones usurped, kingdoms conquered, succession relinquished,
For the joy of wealth, and its superpowers that comes in accompaniment,
And then leaving it all to turn to ruin with their own sudden deaths.
Greed, fraud, forgery, continues with its undying hunger,
Kith and kin scoffed, rebuffed and disowned from their own rights,
Temporal power is misconceived by these mortal gods,
Ethics and integrity scaled down by their unregretful smirky smiles
And then these Mammons roll on and swim in this new founded wealth,
For they know not Gods do watch them, and with one hack will level it all.
Balveen Cheema
August 20, 2015
Categories:
uneasier, death, history, imagery, men,
Form: Didactic
one morning I found myself dead in bed,
although I tried to wake him up
he didn’t open his eyes
I banged him on his chest
shook him hard
yelled in his ears
slapped his pale cheeks
but he didn’t open his eyes
as time goes by I became uneasier
for I lost the way and didn’t know
what to do, I screamed for help
but it didn’t do any good
the only thing I could do was to cry,
I wept, and when a drop of tear
wet his cheek he opened the eyes
but these eyes were without a present or future,
the eyes full of the detestable past
Categories:
uneasier, death, metaphor, sleep,
Form: Free verse