The Fall Of The King! ! ! ! Poem by Zakir Sayeed

I was the king of my world,
And the things would happen as i had told;
But now I am biting the fiery cold,
Left with no soldiers which my fort in many numbers used to hold;
I never realized it was built of sand.
I felt that i had everyones hand,
But now I am a slave in my own land;
Where once with pride i used to stand.
I saw my people singing 'LONG LIVE THE KING',
Then felt of having built the strongest ring,
But i never realized i had also created the so called 'ENEMIES' things.
Now that I have lost all, even my parents siblings.
Revolution was the least i expected,
It brought down the Empire which i constructed.
Now that the king is down, some even wanted me beheaded,
Forgetting it was their army once i led.
Now on my way to the guillotine i realize,
What brought me down in my rise,
It was my 'TRUST' on my people who were the dishonests and the lies.
Finally
I sleep for eternity by watching my soul removed by the angel of death with no surprise! ! !