The King And Woman Poem by Deva De Silva

The King And Woman



A woman hailed from a historic land
Avowed: “No humans lived on earth”
Leaning on a wood stick she claimed of
Shattered dreams, gasping in defeat

Ruins of a weary life frowned on
Uprooted traditions. Wasted lives
Wrinkled hands clawed enraged
At tears that trailed unstrained

A scarred face covered in ashes
A survivor, when unborn died young
Walking among lifeless souls she
Moaned aloud, eyes livid, heart grave

On a podium graced a powerful king
His words spoke of wealth and peace
'I, your King the mightiest of kings” he said
“Bow at my feet, I will endure your pain! '

She halted beside the commanding figure
Head bowed: reminisced a forgotten era
Where traditions lived, and heroes hailed
“Nothing but decay remained! ” she wailed

Teeth barred. Lips wrinkled. Despair roared
Shrieking abuse, pierced kingly ears
Hatred poured saliva from dribbling jaws
Hauled her walking stick, aimed at the King

Spent. Doomed. She fell onto the ground
Crawling on her hands and knees
“Colossal wreck of my land” she lisped
“Burnt bare by an inhuman King! ”

Resisting in anguish, an end prolonged
The old spirit fought gasping for air
Her last breath cried out wronged
Refusing a death on the soil born!

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