Poem By Elcypher_Mad Saviour

*Mad Saviour*

```
We have crowned our famished father
with treasures of our daily vow.
Aye! he's been thrown to the throne
in servitude to garnish
his weeping children.

But, here...
He's built a farm where
we shall labour unrest
to foster a spirit of
foreign art and thus told
_'you'll reap your labour.'_

He had asked us to plant maize when
the ever burning sun sets her
gracious eyes on the tilled land.
But,
shall we ever watch
till his hovering season of
uncertainty stands to rise?

Now, the sun sets no more
and, here we are;
With heads beaming in
reminiscence of lost hopes.
Our hands quaver reciting songs
of un-reaped labour from
our be-throned saviour.

Though...
the tales told us our
grandfathers went insane at
the slight touch of invented notes
to rule and order for peace amidst his clan.
Ye, how do we tell our grandchildren
That their grandfather went mad again.```

*_El cypher_*