Friday, 19 August 2016

ISOLATED KINGDOM: PART 3

Hmmm my kingdom is it your back that is bent? Saying yes to the whip of incorrect leadership, corruption, and the spill of the innocent fluids pumped by the heart under the hot sun?
Great kingdom where's your pride, where's your crown and your glory, when is the time to make these conditions stories? Will u continue to live in this past glory and legend? The ship of your armour and your strength sinking into the ocean of deceits and lies
How could you addict to this sickness and diseases leading you to the 6ft valley of destructions, how long will you continue to wear this cap of shame and blemish bringing your crown into mod. Look back to your seeds facing the shame of your destruction, backing down on the war already won before it started, your glory work hand in hand with your doom. Wow!!! What a world of vanity accompanied with insanity. What is the way out of this slavery when your Moses dines and wines with the Egyptians, who will take you to the promise land when Aaron is in round table with Pharaoh?
The term of the good times is back and better, but could this be real? All are mirage; the closer we get the faster it fade away. Once a place of peace and harmony, place of refuge and shade, a place where it seeds know nothing but wearing cheeks filled with inner peace. The waters in the ocean of your happiness turned into red stained liquid of the arteries, your white clothed silk turned dark like cloud, your crown fell into the furnace beneath, and all you rule now is pile of ashes... Your blue sky is fading grey, your passion is gone away, your inner peace is a pile of fairy tale, and you chose the path of bad news to be told at the entrance of your gate. What a shame!!! Now you are all alone Like a rock fallen at the barren hillside. Dear kingdom, you gave in to defeat, your enemies pushed you off the cliff, piercing hole through your heart with arrow of death leaving you to die in cold blood in the burning winter. Dear kingdom you were like a moving train; picking up speed everyday and like a rising stone that get stronger with every hour but all that are lost to the past.
Are you living for the Glory or for the story?? You lie to yourself and blind to the moon's phase. You let go and fight not for that which has been so savagely ripped through your breast. Days fall into weeks, Weeks fall into months, seasons stream past like runaway trains, stamping days on calendars, etching wrinkles on skin, planting age spots everywhere, your slumber continues in a lost edge of time, your land became home for disasters, that bring heat of a flowing fire like a volcano, which consumes your fortune and your resources become worthless. You are too absent-spirited to count; the loneliness includes you unaware. You are suffering from these conditions, and can see yourself in a lost dark space with no way out, perhaps feeling cold in a lonely place without road map with any sense of direction. The echoing sound of death is the only voice that whisper into your auditory Canal and your eyes see no vision for a better morrow...




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