Behold, the King of Kings!
Look upon him,
He who mocks the skies
From a platform
Built on the backs of hard work.
See how he takes
Credit for the actions of
His workers,
As they fall one after the other,
Buried in the sand.
Oh, how he derides the dunes
Which hold him aloft,
How he taunts the winds from within
His desert fortress…
But the sky is a vengeful mistress.
She doesn’t take
Kindly to jeers cast upon her from land.
No sneer of cold command
Can resist the wrath of Mother Nature,
At least… not alone.
Tyler DeWriter 