King Beshang Of Bukperi Poem by Tony Adah

From his palatial home
Of columns and beams gold made
The king knows no sun Or rain
It is strange that his subjects
Breath Or eat
The king is harsh and fierce
And doesn't look anybody
In the face

He orders work for him from here
And decrees life Or death
Dauntless for every one half Or full
And the people languish in the kingdom
Frail and hopeless
To the extent that
A revolt became inevitable
And a clan of men
Is lost in a river and
Scattered in the world.