Peace among factions
Updated: Jul 2, 2019
Rare are the times when peace prevails.
When a farmer- captains; as the ship sails.
The royalty cuts crops and pull out grass.
Some deeper agendas create such a farce.
The priest is smiling and silently waiting.
While gods look down at the happy times fleeting.
Its spring dear man, even then I remain as the brooding beggar.
While despised king and useless peasant together grow rubber.
Unnecessary and unwanted but still, I preach away.
It is just spring dear man, it will end in a day.