Dilantha Gunawardana

King David The Mortal - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

I was born in to the land of Israel
Destined to a throne supremely royal
Born in a quaint hut, a shepherd's station
Bound to the green hillocks to save a nation
Just a pebble it took with a precision fling
Of the sheep hide of the ferocious sling
To a raging forehead was the pebble bound
As Goliath stood on his ominous mound
No flags to raise but a smile to wear
For a sword to wield for a jugular to tear
This was my calling in God's genius plan
As he shepherded me with his supple hand

I was basking in immortality until a woman's touch
Transformed me to a lazy slouch
Now I prosper in Bathsheba's mystical arms
As I was seduced by her wily charms
No longer a legend as the tales murmur
Of a murderer who sent Uriah to the slaughter
Now I rest with my affable queen my own
As God closed his eyes in utter forlorn
This is the story for all to fathom
How it took a woman to tame a legend
The king the murderer who succumb to an eternal fling
No longer a pastoral legend holding a sheep-hide sling

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The story of King David

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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