The Whisper Of The Cannon

When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.

She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.

So, in the night when all is still
She rests her weary head
And looks out over yonder hill
Where angels fear to tread.
As daylight shows once more, she'll preach
And boldly yip and yell
To sermonise another speech
And send them all to hell.


Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter, Realities struggle in this poem like a warrior in the midst of magic. The poem is thought-provoking in subtle language, like the thought that moves step by step in the game of chess. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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