The King With No Horse

The King With No Horse By Jesse Scobie


From the window of the highest tower
The lone king watches the world
In his fist he holds all his power
From his tongue he bleeds poison swirls

Each morning he wakes with the sunrise
And puts on his crown made of thorns
As dozens more of the “other” people die
And the county gets more and more torn

The peasants question the king’s principles
As his court points out the thieves and the liars
The truth is oblivious, they feel they are invincible
All they needed was the twin towers fire

The public was full of shock and deep grief
It was just what the king and his men all needed
To carry out their “plan” and spread their beliefs
Chaos and bloodshed were the plants they seeded

The dark bearded man in silken white robes
Is seen as the horrific attack’s mastermind
His terror of fear affects all around the globe
And the king has the rules of war redefined

Soon they send out the armies and fleets
To dissolve the land of the terror kings
But years later they only find defeat
For the terror king has escaped with sting

This failure promotes the king to act “quick”
And bring out his true plan, a brand new attack
For the first war was forced, just a trick
To gain support of the people with false facts

At fist the public listen with caution and fear
They are spoon feed illusion and lies
The king’s business oil ties find many ears
But it’s too late for its now raining fire in the sky

The king rides his horse and leads the forces
To strike lighting against the innocent lives
The buildings burn like electric torches
As insurgents cut the progress with knifes

The illegal war has continued for years
While the king’s court squanders their resources
The created chaos to the worse of all fears
Yet it’s citizens still enlist in their forces

The king still rides out to the battlefield
But now his horse refuses to move
So instead he rides a ox made of steel
Just so he won’t be the one who will lose

But the king’s reign is coming to an end
A new leader of the land will be chosen
But the wars and suffering will not bend
Just for a new direction that already seems frozen

A new horse is busy being trained
For the show in the final hour
This time the horse has more brains
And this time the king has no tower

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