A Quiescent Mind's Ramble

2)The Cry Of Agabbah.

a)PART:1

The pompy-ompy king declared

"O give her five gold grand,

the one with glittering eyes ye sight

beside the gate she stands.

"I give my tulip gardens and

the palace of Greeks to those,

who are in need of shelter so

let gramercy  unfold.

"I am the king of pure heart

purest of all the kinds,

I do desire no more

now nothing in here binds.

"Me to this ungrateful world

neither gold nor love nor lust,

thus I must give as much as I can

to those who need, I must."

The king bestowed his riches to

all the beggar's deceit,

all who came from the richest land

to render him obsolete.

He gave it all up recklessly

the royalty diminished,

now the kingdom was on

the verge of being finished.

The turmoil spread everywhere

the people had no gold,

they blamed the king for everything

the king was blamed for whole.

Treachery !Treason! Cried the mob

their face were filled with lust.

We want a hanging right now

hanged someone be must.

The king got killed ruthlessly

for being generous & kind,

they killed their future shamelessly

and on it happily dined.

a) PART:2

Murder, malice mustered the mob

each man killing the other,

the city's folks were constantly robbed

for their cry for peace & heather.

But even when the Agabbah

was oozing bones and blood,

none the people, none at all

left the place & fled.

All of them remained intact

though not as friends but foes,

their leader sacked, their heathen act