A King and his Thousand Hungry

Into Morena enter men of virtue and sinners alike
Up the hill to his highness, below the aristocrats and beneath them the artists
Pay scant attention to the slums and they go about their ways

Up, crowned by fig trees he lived
And he desired even a grander palace
In a land of the impoverished and suffering
A great drought came and never left

Imagine an audition
Arrived the king of power, the moneymen and the primadonna drunk with fame
Artists, writers, musicians, those who bolstered creativity, came
And after came pilgrims of love and those who lit flames of lust
The mourners journeyed from the sea of tears
And the drunkard and the crazy came

As the audition began a scrawny boy arrived
And he tried to stop the audition with all his vigour
He was asked his name and he screamed instead “Empathy”
His words fell on deaf ears and he was thrown to the curb

The king and the star became cast as a couple and the moneymen his trusted advisors
Until where the drunkard and the crazy became understudies for the mourned

Now leave this image and enter the Palace of Morena
The king looks into the mirror
All he sees is his blue eyes and blond hair

But in the shanties they look out the window
Hunger and thirst in the air, in the water and in their blood
But the boy helps his ailing grandmother and orphaned sister

The fire of revolt is in their blood but the doves are still flying
And they live in their misery until
Their corpses lie in nameless graves
But ah, “The death of a body is but a change of clothing in the sparrow-like journey of the soul, just as the tree loses her leaves in the winter frost and is rejuvenated with mother spring”.



1 thought on “A King and his Thousand Hungry

  1. Balabhadra

    aj1300, this piece is brilliant and to me is a mature comment on the persistent “human condition”. Your imagery remains “elevated” and you write with an “suspension” and “transcendence” that elevates the reader into an expansion which is necessary to appreciate your message. Your final line is spiritually pedagogical and as such “invigorating”. And I think it shows you are mastering a requirement of all works that remain relevant throughout the passing of time of all the “sparrows” throughout the ages. This is a gift you are giving to the reader, something “everlasting”. A question: “The change of clothing is into what? In other words, does something remain after the clothing is changed?



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