The Teacher And The Tyrant

   
Whilst the Teacher lived by rules  
fashion flirts with villains and fools  
but the Teacher knew where they were hidden  
They saw him there    
with beard and long grey hair  
and knew the grounds of his garden were forbidden  
There is no doubt    
he could hear them scream and shout  
but their words they had no meaning  
Lost their legend in a bout    
when they tried to chase him out  
the Teacher left the Tyrant scared and bleeding  
learn they did  
that their master’s just a kid  
with his Terracotta army and false reputation  
All stood to be amazed  
when the old man wasn’t phased  
with threats of violent insinuation  
the Teacher knew it wasn’t fair  
for a rabbit to face the bear  
as he sat crossed legged on the canvas    
there’ll be no fight  
for the Tyrant lost his bite  
his mind already began to reverse  
now the words have changed  
or strategically rearranged    
to civil conversation  
With the lie of peace  
matching eyeballs with a beast  
the advisors talk of self preservation  
No battle to be won  
for a fair fights never fun  
and no one to play the victim  
Time set to bring  
a message to the king  
to tell a story false and contradicting    
So in a fury the king marched down  
with horse men and his crown  
the people watched with trembling anticipation    
But the teacher held tight    
with only his students prepared to fight  
and his allies absent with no indication  
The Teacher spoke  
and the silence that broke  
was equal only to the sound of thunder  
“Now take your army and be gone  
for prisoners I’ll take none  
and your kingdom will be free to plunder,”  
now the king he knew  
the Teachers words were true  
as he listened to the blasphemous ultimatum    
“With your armies blood upon the sand  
you will die by my hand  
if you wish to fight this is my invitation”    
The king turned in vain  
when he had nothing to gain  
and realized his entire world could be lost  
the king gathered his army  
and retreated calmly  
to wait for his summer due to turn to frost  
Time moved on  
the Tyrant troubled no-one    
and the king seemed to settle for resolution    
but a plan had been made  
no truce only blade  
for the Teacher death or destitution    
By poisoning the ground  
and spreading evil sound  
many a follower became a migrant  
they gave up a life of rules  
to be used as dogs and mules  
by the king and by the Tyrant  
There’ll be no laugh  
when all see his wrath  
and forgiveness not an option  
The blood did poor  
the body count soared  
saw a picture of the devils own concoction    
As the Tyrants body bled  
and a king without a head  
an old mans rules replaced by thoughts so violent  
The people all bowed down  
to the bloody hand that held the crown  
and a story was born of how the Teacher became the Tyrant  

Danny Carr