Verse I
The gods are wise; they say
Purple blood is a name,
Running in thrones; not nays…
It is always fatal
When a bloody mortal
Challenges immortals…
Today, moral values
And ethics are fallen
To an unspeakable
Point where folks drag their King
To the mud, and still sting
Threatening to cut his wings.
Verse II
Just yesterday morning
Before I started yawning
I heard roaster mourning
Crying for a Kingdom
That abused its freedom
Due to lack of wisdom.
Hence it may rain hot ores
Melting all those who voiced
And made a reckless noise..
But what is a Monarch
With no mercy to lack
Without kingdom and acts.
Verse III
Dead pollens make no trees
Hence listen to my plead;
Battles are won with peace,
Peace by troubleshooting
Issues adequately
All monarchs got enemies,
But they shouldn’t create
More within, but relate
With all, for kingdom sake.
The gods are wise; they say
Kings must not leap in fray
To prove they are not clays.
i see this as an advice, if only those involved will take heed to this instead of unnecessary show of power. Power show off.
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