i Am Alive!

i climbed from the still steaming slime screaming i AM ALIVE,
life was in me from the moment into the mist i did dive,

Waiting not for an invitation to life,
i burst upon the scene full of energy for strife,

A kingdom i, from this world did demand,
Determined to not retreat, fall back, but make a stand,

Every knee to lower on dirt or stone,
While i the King, the conquer, the emperor, stood alone,

Every head to bow, every set of lips to kiss my hand,
Every child, woman or man,

Life after life, i fought, killed and won,
Lands, they stretched from the rising to the setting of the sun,

Each mans future and life depended on me,
They all waited breathlessly to see,

if in peace i would pass,
Or slaughter them mercilessly, in mass,

The weak trembled, the the afraid whimpered and moaned,
At each footfall of my booted feet, afraid of my men domed,

With helmets of bronze and steel, with gold and silver inlay,
Encrusted with jeweled amulets to keep their own deaths at bay,

The people scurried about their meaningless labor ridden lives,
Drowning their frustrations and fears in vermin filled dives,

They constantly demanded this and that,
From the king in the golden, but thorny hat,

They had to be clothed and fed,
They each had to be watched after, till they were dead,

Milling about in clueless herds.
Screaming things, of which they did not understand the meaning of the words,

Running to and fro, back and forth, in and out, up and down,
Each and every one of them a cowardly, drama queen clown,

i still scream to the winds, i AM ALIVE, each and every day,
But i wish the sheep could and would have their say,

Out of earshot of me and mine,
let them have independence, to grow like a vine.

Out in the clean air with the sunshine and rain,
Accepting with growth, must also come pain,

On being a king again, i will pass,
And the empire builders, can kiss my eternal ass!

The Ole Dog!

Author: John C Carleton

Native Texican, American by Birth, Southern by the Grace of God.

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