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 May 2013 Vetelo Ngila
Tatiana
It is a beautiful world,
no matter how much it throws at you.
It does it to see how strong you are.
The world doesn't put more weight on your shoulders,
than you can take,
the world knows you can handle it,
and is pushing you to find that strength
to move forwards
on your own path.
The world wants you to live,
to find yourself,
along your journey,
and once you have found yourself,
you are no longer having your feet
taken out beneath you,
you have sturdy ground to stand on,
so you can combat those
horrendous
images,
words,
feelings,
people,
and your own darkness.
The world challenges you more than you would like,
and it makes you uncomfortable and unsure,
but when there is a time
when someone comes to you with a problem,
you can say,
"I've been there,
and I can help."
You can make a difference for someone else,
through the struggles the world
put you through,
and that makes this world
truly beautiful.
This is kind of the opposite of my other poem "What A Beautiful World" I just wanted to make another that showed that not everything is that bad, and there is a reason why bad things happen.
 May 2013 Vetelo Ngila
Anonymous
Come and hear the tale of a falling
This failure of a king, his story appalling
Come and hear of his last moment's calling
This man whom we once called our king.

A mad king anointed with power in mind
Crowned by desperation, crowned by the blind
A tyrannical king; No worse will you find
For this man is a servant of Hell.

He comes and he swears in God's holy name
To cater the people and lands that they tame
But it's I who knows of his little game
The political regime that he runs.

He sits on his throne and barks at his men
Demanding the whys and demanding the when
Slowly but surely he wears the string thin;
For the people may tolerate so much.

He works through the town, donning his crown
A hat that is envied by all in the town;
For the man is rich, the man is renowned!
This man whom all call their king.

Beneath him men die, but criminals don't pay
Put them to death, that's what I say!
This kings way is in no way the right way
But we the people can do naught but pray.

But good men exist, whom jail the unjust
Good men who work to earn the town's trust
And these good men speak out, shaking out the dust
And speak out against their king

The king starts to fear, his gate is now closed
And he starts to regret the options he chose
And now by good men this king is deposed
By good men this king is denied.

Now we call him a tyrant, we call him a fake
We spit on his image, his throne we forsake
We take up our arms, pitchfork and rake
And march to his door to knock.

Some killed by guards, but good men prevail
And blood rains down like late Summer hail
And in the end we hear the king wail
His death is announced the next morning.

Good men cheer and king's men glance back
Wondering what it was the mad king lacked
Though who didn't expect his castle ransacked
For was not the king of the wicked?

It matters not in the end, you will find
Good men un-knotted this terrible bind
They laugh and jest at history behind
And cast themselves to a new king.

But this ballad of history will soon be repeated
For in the halls of recurrence it is seated
This tragic comedy of rulers so heated
This tragic tale of a king.
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