The Wicked King Poem by Adoke Doctorslim (Hamsu)

The Wicked King



The wicked king is gone.
He reached for a nest...
And fell in the dung.
When will we feast on the fields?
This life is scarier than the next.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017
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