A King And People Poem by U Win Kyi

Once there was a cruel king.
To the people, a misery he did bring.
By collecting the taxes..so heavy.
Making them live in poverty.
He confiscated the people's property.
From nation's coffer, he stole millions of money.
With them, he built pagodas and shrines,
so that his name would ever shine.

The poor people felt so unfair,
but for rebellion, they could not dare,
because the king ruled with an iron fist.
They would be put in death list.

When he died,
in relief, the people sighed
He was sent to hell
to be burned milleniums of years,
because God knew the money was earned,
by people..children, women and men,
with sweat and blood,
from dawn to dusk.
God won't accept offerings
bought by money from stealing.
When the people died, they all went to heaven,
praising God forever without end.