Carpet King
A naked battle field defies a man what he deserves,
And an open sky of =91heaven=92 betrays a man of whom he serves;
When the war is over, he=92ll know the type of song to sing:
An elegy or an anthem --the wisdom of the Carpet King.
What kind of tree could symbolize he: a beech, oak, larch or birch?
What bell will toll for when he aspires to end man=92s greatest search?
Will fear not be an asset as it has been long before?
Or will life not be the =91same again=92 as he opens the fifth door?
The spinning worlds of yesterday slow as Gideon Queen resides,
And a rouge red rug riles rioting rogues as Carpet King presides;
The earth will stay flat if the gods are assigned to do his own bid,
And evil can stay (but not today) for good shall not be rid.
Tonight=92s the night for fan and feast for Carpet King has won,
Though he didn=92t see the battle he knows the outcome, =91tis time to have=
some
fun;
The brittle walls are down for now --Carpet King=92s feeling gay,
But the morning brings a blackened mask and a hungover expos=E9.
Stallions and steeds have done their deeds but he=92s all to blame,
Liberty=92s abolished as the throne prevails, but none can remember truth=92=
s
name;
Elegy or anthem, ballad or hymn which type shall we sing?
Nothing will matter --don=92t think for yourself-- it=92s up to the Carpet=
King.
By: E. Shaun Russell
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~~~:~~~> E. ternity E. Shaun Russell
:~~> E. xpansion e_shaun@uniserve.com
:~~~> E. xtropy Extropic Artist,
Transhumanities editor for
The present is only an abstract concept Homo Excelsior Magazine=20
between past and future. -E.S.R. http://www.excelsior.org
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