A Boasting King

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The self declared king ,
In his palace of dreams.
Treating his subjects ,
like his slaves.
As they bow down,
to attend his meeting.
His power at peak
Only In his courtrooms.
Where he puts up a show,
of his stupidity
and vain ego.

They praise him,
Fear his wrath,
Put up an act,
For his tyranny,
A self made story.

The boasting king
Sits in his throne,
never to leave the palace.

He sends his soldiers
For the kill fight.
While he maintains
his persona of a perfect being.

The boasting king,
has a group of slaves.
to salute and sing his praise,
so that he feels secured in his place.

Anything that threatens
his throne,
A fear he always bore
he sends words far and wide,
to finish it.
without even putting up a fight.
All his plans and pawns in place.
For he has nothing more
than a self elated ego.

The spectators,
who enjoy the scene.
like a gladiator event.
entertaining them to see.
Only till they are not
the one who is in the ring.

A boasting king has handful of slaves
to serve the self declared hero.

A lesson learnt,
story every child knows.
wolves attack in packs,
the cunning way.
And a true lion fights alone.

A lesson of time,
when the crowds,
will rise,
the boasting king,
and his handful of men,
Will be thrown.
To fall on the soil.

If you have ever stood up against a bully for self or others drop in a comment .Let every other fighting feel stronger.

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