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To Crown the Right King

March 27, 2015

Part 1

A liar and a willing sometimes desperate fool

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The liar is a deceit even to his own kinsmen

Thinking none could stop him

 

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Arrest his voice before he does more harm

Though now seemingly buoyant

By the success of our doom

 

The fool lacks the sense to be thoughtful

To approach critical issues crucially

In the simplest way available

To question what had been done and said

What needs to be done and said

On the basis of the evolution of solutions

Even in contradiction

 

The fool is a participant in a scheme

Strained, malnourished and impoverished

Seemingly starting anew what has not ended

Over and over again

 

Part 2

 

The fool, although not quiet

Fails to accept the way to truly solve its problems

Hence like the disease he suffers from

He patronizes one liar to the other

To govern explicably and endlessly

Over his choices and future

 

But to suggest the fool is unaware

Is to suggest the liar is aware

Of the fools unawareness

How disenchanting

 

The liar poses challenges only

That the fool is afraid to confront

As they both dance to the music

Remixed from the past

A distraction, a medication

That soothes the liar

And afflicts the fool

 

Part 3

Like a metamorphosis in continuity

Attempts to see the liar as one

And admonish the fool as clever

Have only resulted in complicating

The usual flow of reality

 

This life is but a passage

Lords come and surely perish

If the legacies left are naught.

 

The liar has pledged to excel

Thus his mouth is as filthy as expected

The fool has tried to be wiser

By opening his ears to filthiness

The dance, every four years

Have no sight in end

When it is always about deceit

 

Part 4

Should my pen refuse to write

And my voice ceases to be heard

My heart shall implode in delight

 

Who is that that speaks the truth

But few

Who are subdued and suffocated

By the liars antics

 

Who are those that seek the path

To emancipation and enlightenment

But few

Who are frustrated and refuted

By the wisdom of the fool

 

Laughter baffles me

I thought I’d think deeply

But thoughtfulness divorced me

Then sadness beckons

And all I can do is smile

albeit shamefully

 

Part 5

Perhaps calm, perhaps at ease

Derided of the liar and fool’s disease

Every four years they dance

And the fool chants the liar’s name

He lies too well, they chorus

Let him rule, they request

The ones that know refuse to vote

Citing the futility in persuading the fool

The liar triumphs

And the bickering starts all over again

To restart what the predecessor never ended

To start what the successor never completes

While we all watch

And eventually

Pass away

 

As the soap rubs on the leaf

Does living with a fool make me one

I question as I plunder

In the zombie attitude a fool is under

 

Part 6

Lest for a beacon that shines

With hope and promise of future rain

A few good men, carved in a niche

Where liars are refined

To see the truth

 

When two liars lie

One should be more truthful

Thus when two fools arise

One should be wiser

Or perhaps, less ‘foolisher’

 

Part 7

Brave men refuse to be aroused

To the calling of the brave

Carved in a niche of simplicity

They survive in contentment

They know, they see, but sleep

As peacefully as a liar won’t

As briefly as a fool shouldn’t

Yet they need to wake up

And rally the wrath of change

That liars would not only flee

But the fool shall wear the garment

That can only inflame more passion

Through their foolishness

 

Shall a man speak in tongues

And you ask the meaning

Surely

 

For he could easily have deceived himself

While you refuse to be lied to

 

Part 8

The crown is with the fool

The liar wants the crown

To retain the throne

he hides his lies with other lies

 

some fools are unwaivered

some fools have found the light

at the end of a journey of 4 years

through the darkest tunnek

 

Let the light shine farther

Let it rise beyond the threshold of darkness

Let it rise to the seat

Where it can shine forth

And bedazzles the mind of the fool

While liars can only cower in fear

And acknowledgment

That they had surely been lying

Lest they choose to lie to themselves

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