Monday, 30 June 2014

KILL THE KING



To kill the King upon his throne
And leave him naked without a robe
Is the passion the people had grown.
Once, a powerful king I was
Now I am nothing
I have
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Without hearing the chorus
From naked people whose song ring
From
Hill to Valley
City to Hamlet
Market to the grave
And a song which says

To kill the King
To kill the King upon his throne
Let’s march forward
Let’s march forward till the quest is complete


And I run
Yet it seems
My feet is about to fail me
My heart begins to beg for a rest
And I begin to realize that
In order to save my life
I may have to destroy my heart
I begin to reminiscence
How they have murdered my family
The reason they gave was that
I had murdered theirs
And to have my head on a plate
Will give them the sweet revenge
They have hoped for
They also said
I was a dictator
They want their freedom
And the freedom song they sing is

To kill the King
To kill the King upon his throne
Let’s march forward
Let’s march forward till the quest is complete

Then I stop and I muse
What am I living for?
Who am I living for?
I have no child
They have been murdered
I have no throne
It has been taken from me
I have neither a father nor a mother
They have been burnt to aches
I stop
I turn
I run
Not to life but to death
And the last song I sing before death



To kill the King
To kill the King upon his throne
Let’s march forward
Let’s march forward till the quest is complete


Download the spoken word version below




Direct download http://api.spreaker.com/download/episode/5934133/kill_the_king.mp3
Produced by Jay Fresh (@The_Don_Ntim) and co-written by Derriom Gh

Related Posts:

  • Death (co-written by Doyselle) Death doesn’t come when you expect it Not when you need it desperately Or when you wait earnestly for it I saw death pass by my window But it wouldn’t come to me Not even when I taunted it Death comes when you least expect … Read More
  • Short Story: RE-LEARNING I do not remember when but I know that at about seven years old I was very hardened. , I did not really care and I could not understand why all the young people around me cared. They would constantly remind me that I was a … Read More
  • #Cinnamon Your friends never told you  Mothers are like cinnamon That their eyes are factories of sugar? When you were born,  You tasted like a little war A little atomic bomb  Waiting to worse… Read More
  • Curse of the moonlight (co-written by Kwame Botchway) There is a curse in the shadow Lurking around this ruins On which we have built our dreams on. Every night, I whistle in dreams. I see often a blind magician, Who smiles in cauliflowers "Build your home on this dream.… Read More
  • Living in shadows Your father taught you to be a runner and a winner  So you run into innocent ladies' heart and colonised it.  Your father taught you how to drink and quit  So your drank from the thighs of innocent… Read More

0 comments:

Post a Comment