Politics in Heaven
There lay a kingdom by the sea,
That shone alone in magnificent beauty and zeal.
A wondrous pile of earth it was,
E'ven the insects dare not enter into its crust.
The Lords of heaven, heard of tis' land;
Their servants’ intolerance towards their plan,
Grew a certain curiosity amongst them,
They wondered how tis' hath happened to pass their realm.
Thus, a meeting was called by the board of the Gods,
"We need to find the cause of this" shouted the
Lords.
And many gathered in all shapes and size,
To discuss on this matter and destroy its pride.
"What should we do?" saith one of the Lords;
"Should we destroy it? Burn it? Or consume it with
floods?"
None agreed to a plan that sufficed.
Alas, a voice was heard from tis' crowd of vice.
"Politics!" saith a frail voice from below.
It then flew above the Lords in an Angel’ish glow.
The crowd murmured with the sound of that word.
"What thus thou mean? O Dark one from the ground?”
The head of the Lords had asked with a frown.
“T’was your very creation, my Lord” saith the stranger,
“It has been the best device, since mankind was known.
I have used it for chaos, to destroy and confuse,
Except tis’ nation, you talk of; I dared not abuse.
My power of politics is too weak for tis’ land,
Their gates of iron chases ‘Politics’ from its stand.”
But your powers combined, my dearest Lords can you break,
Tis’ land of its virtue and pride, which is all yours to
take.”
The stranger then stood his grounds,
Awaiting for the Lords to come to a sound.
Alas! The head of them hath come to terms.
“What thus ye have in mind? O dark one, what is thy plan?
The stranger grinned silently and then whispered his
plans to the Lord;
And vanished, as it hath come, without a noise.
A fine day t’was, down at the land,
Just like any other, except happier with every hand.
Lo! Came a visitor present at their gates.
“What business thus thou have at our land my friend?”
“I have heard of tales bout’ thy land from afar,
Now my eyes rest in peace from thy sight of tis’ star.
I bring thy gift, tis’ book so old.
It comes from the North and would rest gloriously in your
beauty’s tomb.”
The stranger saith not a word more and began his way back.
The land confused at tis’ gift, and gave curiosity to
take its plan.
Thus, the Land took the gift by its study to read,
And read it did the stranger’s gift of reed.
Years hath passed and seasons gone.
The stranger hath come again, to visit the ‘once’ beautiful
throne.
No expression was made, as though t’was planned.
The stranger entered the city and walked bout’ its land.
“What have thou done to us? O stranger of the North
Tis’ beauty of a land has destroyed itself and now tis’
beauty has gone.”
“T’was was Politics, my Sire’, the tricks of the Gods.
Your land required it, to fill the coffers of the Lords.”
The Land was confused and wandered how tis’ could have
come.
The nature’s way of taking things was a better way to
have gone.
The stranger thus grinned and whispered to the Land,
“Now tis’ disease is yours my Sire, it’s yours to command.”
And vanished he did, without a noise;
The Land confused, whilst the Gods rejoice.
Thus, there lay a kingdom by the sea,
That was dull, filled with darkness and thriving felony,
A large pile of abyss it was,
Filled with insects that roamed its crust.
- Khan M. R. Abir
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