The lonely king

My brain is locked down

And my face wears a frown

With seventy different pressures to bear

And heart quivering as the time comes near

Time to sit on the throne

Time to face the enemies unknown

Enemies who will place in my hands their miserable lives

And hide behind the skirts of their wives

Expecting me to deliver them from their misery

Without touching a sword or risking injury

It will be frustrating time for me

Alone and exasperated I shall be

When will the fools understand?

Alone, I am but one man

Together we are a stronger lot

Who can battle this veritable rot

Of corruption and despair, and bring about

The happiness that seems missing all around

The Banyan Tree

Seven dwarfs married the banyan woods
stupid dwarfs didn't know that they could

have loved each other and lived better
be happier talking and hugging each other

rather than kissing their wooden lover
and being jealous of each other

We laugh at the dwarfs and call them fools
not realizing our love for our own tools

is replacing our admiration of our brothers
and creating for the world a digitalized cover

of invisiblity cloaks and coats
limiting each man unto his lonely boat

having only chips and circuits for friends
wondering why no one loved him in the end.