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by Ziad Dib Jreige Mar 11, 2021 category : Life, society / inspirational
The King Of Rimes The warm sun has shone On the condensed gloomy dust That covered the throne Of the literary lust People start to speak Of a king absent for long Maybe dead, or weak And throning him was wrong Away I have been With no words at all, nor voice Not heard and not seen That was my golden choice Though I slept, yet I kept My glittering crown at head Many have cried and wept To behold me down and deadI am back with rage And each and every bone In me is a page To claim back my throne I speak endless rhymes Of structures new and old I write beyond times With words so swift and boldMany hearts I touch Without seing faces Never cared that much Never clung to places Many thoughts, many souls I pour unto their cores New flames and new goals New sand upon their shores Back yet I'm leaving I'm vanishing once again My kins are grieving We have an aching pain My country's dying Corrupted in every way Our wells are drying There is nothing left to say © Ziad Dib Jreige