..The King and the Kids..

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The blowing trumpets, the glowing armors

The flowing enemies,  and the frightened subjects

Tell us , tell us oh boy, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Scare him,  beat him, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Soothe him, save him, said the King

How many are they, count of the beasts

Now i know, and it’s simply nine

Love and fear are but tools

Chose the former, they are a hundred per camel.

Served him for ten, saw him ten folds

Never a rebuke,  strike or a poke

How could i not see him while asleep or awake

This testimony, with tears I spake

Father, brother, none but a King I served.

Cried oh my bird, I’ve lost my beloved

The footsteps of the King , made up my mood

How could this little I , more even the bird

Feel the bliss, the whole kingdom deserved

I am compelled with the love you’ve bestowed

How could i ever forget the comfort you’ve shared.

My father, my uncle what a pleasure to the eyes

Where, where have you been all these years

I’m here as a slave to a King so kind

Lets go for the bargain, how shall we fund

He is yours for free, except by his choice

That’s done a deal lets move oh Zaid

Love you both , my King is more beloved

Slavery not freedom is the choice i make

I am the one , the only to be mentioned in The Book.

We together, are blessed with your grace

Enjoyed the moments we played the race

What a ride said the viewer,  no the rider said the King.

We welcomed the king with collision not coalition

Laughed aloud while he was covered in blood

Amazed when he commanded to leave us unharmed

The King could’ve crushed us with the power he owned.

Wondrous case is the conquest of the land

A day of mercy was the slogan that was heard

Pardon in power is a thing we learned

A dog and puppies were for never so cared

Wish this little I was in His kingdom so blessed

Hope the beam from this pen guides through the dark night

Till i reach the dawn of your sunlight..