Poetry

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The king’s army

The common perceive the king’s army,
And decide to walk the mile by their sides,
In the tone of their commands,
The common makes the frightened race!
Their authority are not without
The links with the kingdom!
‘They run the errand of authority
In the seal of the throne!
We do often forget that they are human,
But in the king’s authority!
These are among the common people,
Who stumble at the privilege of authority!
Authority is a privilege,
Power is an opportunity,
They are worn like uniform,
Nature and seasons,
Can tampered with them!
One beautiful afternoon,
As I perceived the struggle of authority
And the responsibility of nature,
Rain threaded a uniformed king’ army
And they ran, as the rain made a bold pursuit,
Oh clearly revealed,
The privilege and opportunity can be drenched
By rain of whatever!

When authority is valued
Deployed in love
It shines like sun!
Power is an authority
And some are privilege with this!
Amplified by human desire,
And decorated with honour!
But when the rain of whatever occurred,
It gives no respect to men of favour
Nor the king!
The king and kingdom do have a share!
For death, sickness and some other God’s nature’s features
are fearless rain
That can make men of authority drenched! ‘
They soon lower the value of authority and fame ‘
Into the grave and decay,

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