The king is coming

Hide,  hide behind closed doors
The king is coming ...
His soldiers clear all roads before him ,
With shiny new weapons and age old excuses
  they march, like the  ........
Soldiers of pharoahs
And the soldiers of empires
Killing all ants that , inadvertantly
Come under their heavy steps ........
Die die the king is coming ...........
He flies from the skies
In his chariots
While the toiling farmer paints the brown soil green
Fill the coffers
The king is coming
Toil toil for the king is coming ......
Sing and dance but you must not speak ,
You must have music and laughter
but no words
Sing sing for the king is coming ..........
Dance dance for the king is coming ............

Copyright Gazalla Amin

Madness

Its a full moon
And the crazy are out,
Searching for laughter
In the shimmering magic
Of the cool fire of the leaves
And the molten breeze
Plays a rustling melody
Teasing sleepy trees
And the dog barks
Are you looking at the moon too ?
Will my eyes meet yours
Somewhere in the
Moonbeams
And will my gaze
Dance with yours
Somewhere in sky
To music of the stars ............ as we hear
The sweet joy
Of the crazy
we find our laughter too
In the
Quest of madness ........sometimes ........

Copyright Gazalla Amin