The king of the words
Oh, show yourself
Should I use my words
Against your words?
The king shall understand
But can thy thoughts understand me?
Should the understanding takes it all
Or should thou, should not thee?
Yes, I would have agreed with ye
That the words shall not fight
But tell the world, why their words fight
Not solving, not resolving, but war?
Oh, I could fill my lines
So, what’s your answer?
The noble of the king
The clever and creative one
Yet you love those words that speak
So the king, accept my challenge
That you should be prepared with thy creative
A campaign comes to him
They tell him that he invades the wisdom
That life has taught him
But the queen, the king’s wife
Said that he is not posing a threat
Oh, they see her curriculum
Yet she does not need a mentor
For the Creator is with her brain
As to tell the world when it’s done
The king knew the wisdom for the words
Or I told myself that the king obsessed with gold
Was he right, was he not? How many poets
Were there they would for their price in poetry?
Yet ye search for the Majesty?
If I say, how is your son or daughter?
What they have learned from thy words
Sorry, questions, but I could not ignore
Aw, the history is a lesson of words
Like a mentor to a student
Like a teacher to a pupil
Like a master to an apprentice
So the king, a religious man could not bow to you
For he who bows down to our Holy Creator
Deliver the words from his mouth
Oh the king, help the understanding
© Ismael Mansoor