The Prophetic Tale of Tyrant Kings

 

The Prophetic Tale of Tyrant Kings 

In echoed halls of Tyrant Kings,

rumors swell on prophetic things, 

in stories told for what they bring, 

as hell arises, heaven sings. 

People badgered, while under keep, 

taxation graft, to make them weep, 

and sow their sorrows to the earth, 

while there is payment, they have worth. 

and then the famine comes for all, 

king’s community has a fall, 

but underneath the castle wall, 

the tyrant feasts within his hall. 

Amid the ashes and the smoke, 

the bodies burn in fires stoked, 

survivors grieve, across the land, 

the mourning seen in black arm band. 

In the wake of gathered sorrow, 

prayers are prayed for their tomorrow, 

but in the ale of their grief, 

their anger burns for common thief. 

Death takes form, on tyrant’s face, 

of crimes to hide, there is no place, 

and so the castle gates are crashed, 

including stores where food is stashed. 

Among survivors’, plans are made, 

to quell rebellion and crusade, 

to thwart king’s council that remains, 

and those that wish to hold the reigns. 

A constitution then is formed, 

the laws and freedoms so transformed, 

to serve the people and their kin, 

a new beginning to begin. 

Amongst the dust that came before, 

on yellow scrolls that called for war, 

are kept reminders and their rings, 

in echoed halls of tyrant kings.

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By: The Activist Poet

Authors Notes: History is filled with tyrant kings who come and go in bloody things…when people have enough of their rule, the time arrives to depose the fool...

Applies not only to kings, sultans and emperors but to governing memes who unleash totalitarian laws and put themselves above the community today...for they also have names and addresses to remember when the famine comes...