Tuesday, August 29, 2006

King of cannibals

They made me King
The rejoiced
They sang, they danced
Celebration they voiced.

With owls 'n bats
Their glee i saw
Wondering when
They would crown me the Law;

As the fateful night
Shone at dawn
The vultures came by
Spreading wings of eager blood
The cause of their presence
I discerned too late
As they nailed on me
The crown of Barbs

As rust diffused into my maroon
Helplessly I realised
With shovels of lust for power
My doom I'd dug.

Hail me, cheer me
Rejoice O' cannibals
As I sentence myself
To gallows of doom.

3 comments:

Supreeth said...

nice one.

It can be applied to one's present life and the company he keeps, poem just reminds me of how ppl backstabbed me.

Sanky said...

hmm...what i wrote seems to be a lot more serious than i thought it was!...i guess that's good...???

Supreeth said...

its a step ahead of what u thght abt it.