THE RISE OF A POET

In my past life

In my past life

I used to be a Judge

Taking bribes and sending the Innocents to jail

I thought I was on top of the game

I was tagged with all the stains and blames

The media sought my integrity

I stood for the rich while they assault the poor

I ruled out issues of emblezzlement and took the lions share

As I amassed wealth,never could sleep on my bed

Slept on the floor

What a slot I was

The heat choking my bald head

O!I'm the devils incarnate,hell lives within

I'm no different from those who slaughter

I've capsided the laws of the people

They curse me with their lips

Alsatians bark at me,what a bad omen

My children faces their wraths and enmity

They spite me and spit in my face

Death pierces my butts and strangles my neck

I see black butterflies everywhere calling out my name

If I ever rose again,I always say,

A genius I was in my own eyes was folly in the end