The King's Fear Poem by Tony Adah

What froth with fraud
And hate and betrayal
Do not fear my king,
Thy moonshine loaded with
Calm and kindness
And not harsh as fire will thy
Mood temper.

Do not weep my lord
For thy calm expires when thou with
Fools quarel,
If thou succumb to the sidewalk
Thou stray to join pedestrians
Thou art no man be
And thou crown be paper made.
When the barren speak,
Garb on your ear muff
Such yelling portend dearth
And a forward journey
Bears no ears
For the rambling talk behind.