The Tragedy Of The Great One

Shot from his spot

On a throne made of dreams

He shouts his last request

Remember me and I wish you

The best I'll confess his reception

Wasn't the best mi lord received not

One tear nor smile

In piles did his feelings

Lay, when they were felt

By neither man nor woman

But that's the least of mi lords

Despair they stare off endearingly

Into the night sky, I cry in content

With prospects that they 

Are remembering mi lord

But no, woe to my wishful heart

They see not his face in

The clouds nor stars

Instead they see their own

Hopes of diamonds

Gold ropes and

A feast that only a pig could enjoy

They tinker and toy with each other

All day hoping that profit will

Burst from the seams like

Candy from an unwary piñata

Its a scene most befitting

Of the Trojan Horse

And of course

No time for remorse when

Force plays its part in greed

In a course where want overtakes need

The saddest of all is that mi lord lies beneath

Forced to become a seed in an unripe world