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:
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.
hmm...what i wrote seems to be a lot more serious than i thought it was!...i guess that's good...???
its a step ahead of what u thght abt it.
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