Of Mountains And Kings Poem by ENOCH JOHN

The mountains that stand in grand majesty, genuflect
Neither to the sprawling plains nor meandering rivers,
But look upwards towards the celestial clouds,
Behind which the winged seraphims gleefully roam.

The king with his majestic and splendiferous but self-attributed ''divine right'', genuflects
Neither to his lowly subjects nor the neighbouring kingdom,
But his august person looks with hubris as being superior to all lesser mortals.