The insane

The mirage of the rape field

Is shimmering in the wavy sunlight

Making the effect of a glowing fire


The horse tired  galloping on the

Hard rocky path.

The king took his sword

And swirled in the wind


He ordered his men

to kill all the villagers

and gave the power to

Sabotage the powerless


The king stood motionless

Like an iron monument

Without any emotions


Neighbouring countries

Are surrendered!

Killed all, including

The innocent babies and women


When the moment evolved as

Everything was devastated,

The king was diagnosed as insane..!




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