Friday, May 30, 2014

Fool, Actually!

creepy humpty dumpty
creepy humpty dumpty (Photo credit: elefanterosado)

He was the ideal Fool, a stupid Knave,
serving his masters, until the Robber’s Cave
experiment happened one day, putting him in a fix,
To take which sides, where to figure in the mix,

or stand out and take a stand, and for nobler reasons live,
trust those who placed in him their trust; and for, once and all, his word give,
were all ideals dear to him - or at least that's what the people thought
and watched with amusement the Faustian game -as his soul was bought,

with lures of future riches, if he sat on the wall,
he got all the kings men and horses moved, to prevent his fall,
and fall did eventually happen, we don’t care if someone actually toppled,
but to fall in one’s own eyes, and to fall on those who had propelled

was something no one had fancied, even from a fool or a knave,
falling, hurting and crushing those below -  was he clueless, cunning or naive?
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poems....and you can sense that they are written by a psychologist! :-)