The King’s Funeral

The King will be buried today
And I didn’t even cry
I didn’t even know
The distant drums reminded me
But there is no time to mourn
I have my fields to attend to

He left without a goodbye
I told myself he would be back
‘Don’t lose hope
He’s gone to clear his head
He’ll be back’

This funeral is a reality
That he’s gone, never to return
And everything indeed comes to an end
I shall bury the King
But I shan’t mourn

I will bury them all
Our children
Our treasures
Our memories
Bury them all with the King
And ascend the throne

They need me
My people need me
I see the sun through the clouds already
We’ll bury our King
The people will mourn him
But I shan’t cry

Sequel to ‘ No Time to Mourn ‘

© Venuz 18/08/2016

Author: msbaada

... Everything I say I'm not, and nothing I say I am.

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