Did we crown you king? Rules and decrees upon our heads, Did you promise to bring, In this city of locks and dreads? Did you promise to lead Or to serve That which we need? Have you lost your nerve? You wore no sandals. Now you wear shoes. Why bring…
What have we become, we sons of men, Now that we've made of Earth a killing den? The lion kills to put meat in his stomach. The slithering cobra strikes to repel attack. ... Neither King Lion that rules the deep jungle Nor the soaring, sharp-clawed Eagles Would dare slaughter…
when a king farts with his mouth like kaBhekuzulu - a man uncouth, Trouble truncates his sleeping time to merge Life and Death into a rhyme. when Royal lips part empty of wisdom Goodwill is exiled from the kingdom! men bleed on Zwelithini's folly-slab a king walks sideways like a…
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