Once a King of a Democratic Kingdom,
Assembled those Who screeched ' We're Less',
And also Elites, Who always Sledged;
As the Time came 'All' pledged,
The chosen inheritor must bear the Mark
,
And carries the Blood who
Muzzled;
Of those Ancients who Illuminated
Path.
In the Quest to re-conquer the crown,
Whereas Texts shalt be burned, no
sight;
Dampers be placed to restrict
plain sailing,
Blame(d) wherever Numbers never bought
nights.
Then in some time, no more
inhabitants anywhere were known,
From the Land they belonged to or
came;
As eventually but slowly it was
realized,
Discern precursors first as who
ameliorated or lied or played games.
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2019