Oh Ye Of The Regal Calling

Oh ye of the regal calling
Hear you not the sound of your crown falling
Dashing to the ground the Empire's day
In the rising dust of Power's futile play?
Do you feel the sceptre's weight so light
To flaunt its power like a wind tossed kite
And claim dominion of the sky to win
The right to cut the string of any joining in?

It is said you rule by the population's hand
But the hand clasps a grasp on all the land
Whether it be death for man or beast
To harvest all the world for us to feast.

And still we strive to till a barren land
And send scavengers to crawl the world in incorporated bands
To feed a tendered appetite of excess demand
That presses on and on to expand.

For we live and die paralyzed on Hunger's plate -
It feeds upon the fat of our desirous state -
And that of us which was once empowered
Knows now only how to be devoured.

And slowly slowly it dawns on me
That my king may be corrupting me.

And slowly slowly it dawns on me
That my king may be corrupting me.

But there is a swell that starts beyond the sea -
A purifying plea that cries rescue me -
That undulates through every son and daughter;
Father and mother; earth, fire, and water;
That joins us in a common task
To give the common power of every spirit back.

For when kings drink of intoxicating rhyme
Citizens must drink reason to sober in time
Or they will crash with their drunken drivers
And will be neither victims, nor aggressors, nor survivors.

Copyright © 2008 Prabhath Avadhanula