Raging King

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