The King And The King's Men

The King And The King's Men

A Poem by Adahdze
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A man gets the votes of his people to be their leader. He turns tyrannical and listens only to sycophants. His cabinet is quiet and everything goes wrong. All everyone thinks is hope that things will

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When the king came on board
They said everything was perfect
He is always right;
That everyone must be silent or mute
Perhaps, permitted only to sycophantize.

Robost democracy is not for robots
If I don't speak
My people will see hell
If I don't speak
Words will strangle my mind
I will be limiting my vocabulary
Not learning anything new anymore
Democracy will die a silent death.

The King's younger brother
Is a co- king;
This is where the privy council ends
That rock on the coast where the ship
Of state will crash and sink.

We fear to say something
Show indifference in our own case
Because the peanuts falling into
Our pouches will fall elsewhere
We yearn for the immediate and let
Our tomorrow go phut.

The chance entry of the king
Is a curse
Never in our lifetime have we seen
Reverence so cultivated
When we don't yield,
Our shrivelled petals fall
But they don't turn to earth
If there's no survival today,
Our flowers will bloom tomorrow.

It's not as if sycophancy pays any better
All is peanuts
All is revence
All is obeisance to the King
There's nothing on this earth
That defies change
One day, yes one day.

© 2017 Adahdze


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Added on April 19, 2017
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Adahdze
Adahdze

Calabar, West Africa, Nigeria



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