A little boy on the street
Working for the day's breadstick
Being told by soldiers to bow
As the general passes by
On his high horse.
"I bet he is freer
Than I ever will be.
The boy imagines a fate
That one day he would be lord of the castle.
A general leading an army to war
People bowing and obeying his orders.
The general knelt before the king,
Owning up to the loss in his name.
The king rebuked and penalised
In front of an entire court that scrutinised.
"I bet he is freer than me
Nobody to answer to, he does as he pleases.
The general grunted under his teeth
As the king ordered him to retreat.
The king was received by advisors in his chamber.
"You must not step out. Your life is in danger."
"Not even to the lawn? The balcony?"
"No, sir, you must stay away from the cacophony
Of rebels and criminals."
The king moved from room to room
The castle he built became his prison.
He prayed before the image of God
"I bet you are a man of your own will,
Irony, I am the king of the world,
Yet, a prisoner of my fate."
God smiled, hoping he realised,
Even God was not beyond His fate.
He watched the world being built and rebuilt
Men fighting men, killing them at will.
He watched the good turn to evil,
Turning the wheel of faith for the devil.
He watched as he lost His Love
His favourite son, His values
That once led Humanity apart.
Was there anyone existing in the chaos
The boy, the king, the stars that tangled
Around the universe, truly free?
Existing outside a pattern, a rule or a system
Beyond their control?
Another question to ponder upon,
When you seek absolute freedom.
~ Suranya
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