Raging King
Feb 8, 2021
There sits an old, blind and raging King
Beasts gather round, unfailing in their search of greed
For his heart was a rotten thing
They fashion themselves into men, masks of humanity an easy thing
The board is set, soldiers and bishops and pawns, who see not, sense not
But the game is played, and the pieces follow
Dangled before them is wealth and power
We shall make it great again, they promise
The poor man believes, grasping for a dream that’s always been hollow
As people are starved and steered in a game they can’t follow
Outmatched yet never Outnumbered, the beasts so few still plunder
And leech-like to their sheep they cling
Till, the battles are raging, and everyone bleeds but them
Elena Maghsoodnia
February 7, 2021
