THE NAKED KING

An ‘unstately’ state crawls on its own lies -
as countless mind perish, wails and cries.
A body is no more, a carcass calls for help -
pity those dumb ears that block out the yelp.
One can never, ever fully burn it or bury it all -
‘Time’ has mocked them, in their rise and fall.
As the scorpions sting so do the snakes bite -
what humans may do, none presumes right!

The ones unjustly snatched, they are gone -
while the ones living, painfully trudging on…

Pain made them sore, pain made them numb -

but make no mistake, commoners aren't dumb.

Before every tidal wave crashes upon the shore,

it recedes and strengthens itself to its inner core.

Let not this be a mistake any statesman make -

stirring of wrath and peoples' mind in its wake!

Circling slowly and steadily the wheel is turning -

resentment, anger is on the rise and churning.

You may tear a twig before it reached its prime -

nothing goes unnoticed even in the pile of grime.

Beware King! The boiling of blood is on the rise;

A concocted and torn story can never win a prize!

Remember the phase? It happened a decade back -

those innocents are now on your very same track!

Prasenjit©2024