The Kingdom

Its actually my first try at writing a Chiasmus.

Hearken and see, listen well.

In an old land, too far away to tell

 

A small rebellion group said to one another

"Welcome to the resistance, sister an' brother."

 

They fought and won, they outmatched everyone!

They set a king, who ruled right until the day was done.

 

They made cities and highways out of byways

Towers and castles, monoliths from mountains

 

Singing, dancing, painting, the arts galore

So much food and fun, none were bored

 

Fine fashioned dresses, of colorful linen

Diamonds and pearls hang from all women.

 

The richest land in the world could prosper be

Even without riches, he loved us, so prosper we

 

Now this man gives his late wife's jewelry to his children

He'll keep her moth-eaten cloth, it's too ruined for them

 

As he walks by faded family pictures, he hums each lullaby

As he makes his mite meager meal, he'll waltz with ghosts he's haunted by

 

He walks the street, none knew these young buildings would be antique

Cracked sidewalks and pavement he's outgrown, any new things he'll critique.

 

In the park he sets his chess, winning battle after battle like a fiend

But at times none do come, so he sits, holding in hand his queen and king

 

Thoughts of other wars, and missing brothers when fighting devils

But then a visit from grandchildren makes him smile, those little rebels,

 

Now the old, go to land too far away to tell

He sleeps, not hearing or seeing, but we should listen well.

Author's Note

It's actually my first try at writing a Chiasmus.