“In this life, we’re all
either Kings or Pawns. You are set either for the high horses or to wallow in
the deep ends of social, economic and emotional injustice. Be glad if you suffer
but from the latter – for there’s little retribution in such crevices. Kings
and Pawns, Marchand; Emperors and Fools.”
But yet I gave
my life away in the name of love – like peas to the wild birds.
They gushed over
every grainette and sang with an air of seeming gratitude,
But when the
rumens were filled up, they forgot all about the nourishing meal – much worse,
the pockets from which I came.
"You see them in
beautiful colors perched on the sycamore, singing.
Enjoy their
songs now, my little one -
For soon they’ll
be taking off for warmer weather.
You were a glad
convenience. Now your worth’s naught."
I was as a Ruth
to their Naomis; enduring passing years of sojourn with high hopes.
Yet it would
take a stranger oblivious to our conquests of the past and no numeration of all
of my cells spent.
To convince them
that I was only a Lot to be parted with so they can behold better glories.
It was easily
forgotten how I stood with them when there was no glory.
But I feel bruised
because I felt entitled;
To reciprocating
loving arms of affection and solace in tendering heat.
To a little love
to get that’d been paid with my life to death.
Expectations!
The earlier I’d
known though, the better it’d have been for my cause.
That all said
and done, they were no close to being wrong.
They, only with
time, also became human.
There’s no price
for love;
To be bought for
and worse, to be sought.
Away with Ego, Pride,
Memories and Crushes to Hell,
All I ever wanted
was friendship.
I broke my back
and enjoyed the sound of it thereof.
For this naïve heart
believed she’d walk on spare feet or with crutches of love.
Today she rides
alone; pulling her wheel, her dreams and her loneliness;
She wished she’d
known better than to believe in a fellow Earthlander.
Remember what you
are to the people you’d kill for -
For to some you
are the one with which to kill the boredom;
And to another,
you’re the safe landing when the exploits are over.
But I pray, to one,
you’ll be the World they’ll be fond of;
A world they’ll,
now and always, feel lucky to have!
#KingsAndPawns
#TheHeartThatLost
#NapoleonBonaparte
#Chibele
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