Reap What You Sow Poem by Vasanthi Papu

REAP WHAT YOU SOW
When the tyrant walked in the chief town
Men were forced to greet and bow down.
Some held flags with the logo of spears,
Their slogans of praise deafened our ears.

The goats in the meadow started to bleat;
The dainty birds flew away with a tweet.
Women shut their doors in frenzied fear
Kids at play hurried home as fast as a deer.

He treated his subjects as low as slaves
With the brutality of the beasts in caves.
He thrashed his men to prove his might
And rejoiced to see them shudder in fright.

All of a sudden a wild bull rushed in
And hit the monarch, a symbol of sin.
Alas! The man of power lost his breath
Not even a single soul mourned his death.

The street dogs dragged his body to the grave
Where the wild birds waited to peck the knave.
Pretty women danced with an unknown charm
Children played happily with no fear of harm.

God has His own ways to punish the wretch
And save men from the clutches of the rich.
Honor lies not in status or in royal blood
For we all go to the same dust once dead.