THE SCHKLED-PRINCES

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The pain in them hides beneath their pride
Eating them up like fuelwood ablaze
In the mist of the well to do, they pretends
But..., it is they only; that 'benefits from the pain'
For they sought peace in pride
And the vaultures waves at them for their glory - a glory indeed, The wise will lament
Shrouded in fear but showing the rest of us their blossom Paradise
Their reflection on the mirror is a shattered soul in a tattered golden cloth woven with soo much sorrow, yet they seeks all eyes in the feast of the well to do;
For they are the sons and daughters of the long forgotten kings
Whose bravery and legacy are nowhere to be found in the scribes of the past
What could the learned have done ?
Question...! I ask !
But they gives to us goblets, to serve them wine; "Serve us wine" they say !

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And when it befalls us all in this manner, like the rain on a sunny day
What possibly could we do than to cry out the hymns of praise
Seeking out the eyes of the Almighty on such beings
Whose hearts have been imprisoned and they became jailors to themselves
Tickling theirselves to amusement
Separated and isolated as the gladiators out of the common soldiers - the boys out of the men..., They say !
To them, the worse is much afar, while they swim right in it in disguise !
Dancing to the songs of the crows; the songs of death that forewarns, yet they are still chanting in joy, as they are the Princes in schackles
And not even their forgotten fathers could see from the hereafter!
Hmmm...!!
To be continued....