The King Laments (part 4)

Again under the sun, don’t run, did you see it?
Oppression, submission, forced labor, sex and comfort
Run for it, but you will too fade away
There is no rest or mercy for the mark,
And in the dark screams her pain

The power, the authority, the man to be, the man
Still in control, still in his hole, and still
The was no peace, no rest, no righteousness
So one day I said, from the top of my parapet
The dead, are, drop dead, happier than the living
Even the zombies have more fun

The walking dead at least get a cool time under the sun
But then they are, as we said, dead, Fred
But the best place to be is the not yet
The soon to be, no as much, but
The not yet, the time to get, the far off in the sunset
No evil to see, no fear to feel, no pain, no tears, no drain
To not yet be, is hopeful, not knowing,
what is, and what will be

Then I saw that the work men do, under the same sun
And the things men want and accomplish, and run
The goals they reach, the treasures they hide
Even the good that mankind does, is a lie
Chase the wind, boy, meaningless. Fading, son.

Foolish man, the fool, fold your hands, and die
Better open one hand at least, to accept life
But sadly you have only one mouth for the lie,
And one hand for the sky!
Or, fool, one hand for peace, at least
But the true fool uses two hands for life’s work
So just go chase the wind now, and waste no more time
For yours is a chasing of the wind

Then I saw loneliness, like a demon, spread into a man
Take him down, to the ground, no son, no brother
No significant other, not even a life’s partner to hide
From the conservative right
No end to his work either, just to die
His wealth piled high, his treasures piled higher
“For whom am I working?

Why do I work for myself when I am a liar?
No enjoyment, just piles higher and higher
My stuff owns me, I am the slave.
And all this time, I worked and behaved.”

His business is a miserable one
If he falls down, no one helps him up
He just lays there upside down, like a turtle, rotting in the sun
Yet the man who has nothing but nothing, and one poor friend
has a better end, and a better time
As he is pulled out from under the sun
Watch them lie down together
Those two, misunderstood, misjudged as lovers

Watch the people raise their eyes, brows and all
But they are warm through the night
And they help each other when one of them falls
How can one keep warm alone?
The righteous man, is overpowered by himself
But when twined like a rope, the two, can do
When braided together, the three
And a three way, not easily broken
Four together, forget it, this is no token attempt
This is common defense
Team spirit

Together we stand, divided we say, but its true
Do you mind if I just sit here with you?

So, better a poor wise young homeless guy
Than an old but foolish king, who no longer hears the warning
Who no longer has warmth at night
Who lies in a heap without the ability to get up
The young homeless man may come straight out of jail
And become King, or born in a hell hole without a thing
Within his own Kingdom, and follow this king to the throne
And the King dead and faded, and the young man in his new, fantastic home

I saw that everyone who walked under the sun
Followed the homeless man and not the king
And the youth became king when the king faded away
Meaningless wisp of smoke, and ashes

Then of course the young man was also a horrible king
But no one cared, because this too was stupid and faded away
Faded into nothingness, till it was so faded, it never had been.
And this new foolish King, was still chasing the same wind
Under the same sun.