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Deceit
#WritcoPoemPrompt120

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing.
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King.

The king marched in with pride and conceit,
And sat on his majestic throne.
Presented before him was a man of deceit,
With cuffed hands the tired man trode.

"Oh noble king!"he pleaded,
"Thy divinity is greater than God himself."
With an eloquent voice the man lied,
As the king grinned in overconfidence.

"Give me justice my lord"he pleaded,
The king was lost in deep thought.
"The man's pleas must be heeded"
He declared and officials became distraught.

"Oh king!He is a robber!A thief!"
"Don't fall into his beastly trap!"
The king ignored his common men's grief,
And forgot about the old man's mishap.

The very next day the king did not arrive,
The winds did not blow, the swing did not sway.
The old man's vices grabbed a knife,
And blood besmirched a bed.
At it's centre their own king lay,
"He deserved it" the nonchalant public said.

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