The Cry For Freedom
. THE SEVEN WONDERS - Poem by John B. Joseph {Belovedjohn
In the heart of Fortune Kingdom
Stands the High Royal Rock
Therein roar the Black-Wizards
On my first visit to the Wizard abode
I saw thirty six golden seats
On each sits a mayor
With wolf’s head, vulture’s mouth, viper’s teeth
I saw a high golden thrones
The high throne taller amidst all
On which sat a king with the head of a dragon
All thrones dark and putrid
All dancing on the Blood Ocean
Wherein the monsters swim
Brutes that feed the crowned lords
With flesh and blood a thousand meals
This is the first wonder of Fortune Kingdom
The Royal Rock of Fortune Kingdom
Glares in the strengths of his nine pillars
The nine great pillars casted with human bones
Each sealed with golden blood
Each coated with seven virgins’ blood
Forty nine virgin’s blood speaks vengeance a-daily
This second wonder hunts the thrones
The Royal City
Wherein stands the Royal Rock
Had seven and ten giant gates
Every gate manned by iron-chest giant
Obscure colossal that sees all participants
Drug squad so huge; devious
Gloomy entry angels with the scroll
This third wonder dims the light
The Royal Rock
A Palace of double high walls
Mystical fence taller than the physical
Magical women walk on their heads
From a wall of witches round the city
To protects and rule the rulers
To overtax occupants and their guests
This fourth wonder bewitches development
The many streets of the Royal City
Daily host several cute ladies
Beauties with dancing talking thighs
Pretty adventurous thighs pulling the mighty
Luring ruling royalties into dishonour
To trick the glory haulers
To bait and topple monarchs
This fifth wonder buries the glories
The royal palace’s power house beckons
Black diviners in corporate suits
Cannibal spiritual seers on duty
Mystic seers that vest the rulers
That burn the incense to charm
To blind the throne of fortunes
To veil the heart of truth
This sixth wonder blurs the lights
The Fortune Kingdom
Plunders by the dark-thrones
Robed by greedy crowns
Wanders as in the dark hole
Caged in the pool of poverty
Arise, valiant rise to curse
Smother the roots and the wasters
End now you vagabond existence
By belovedjohn