Taker Of The Weak, The Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

There are sand-dunes surrounding my dream-castle
And e'ery wind spills the dust into my cool chambers
The ones I hold dear seem to have cracks in the rock
Solid walls I have built with the years
Of toiling benieth the horred presence of the sun
Glaring into my eyes, seeking a way through
The once tight walls that I have built with
Grandeur and hope, the bricks of
These fortresses

O maraudering fools

Turn with haste I grow impatient from
Your persistent endavour to scale the wall
Of my keep wherein I hold those treasures
Your heart yearns for, lusts for, I shan't
Sway
Not to the rythm of the leaves
Of the winds of the trees
Of the roots burrowed into my ground
Yes you have taken hold

O arrogant fools

Throw away your weapons let down your tools
Embark upon your empty journeys elsewhere
Consider and think well
Your hearts are fond of untruth
Do not follow that which does not stay