Poem – The King of Kindness
And the King of Pain and Kindness raised his head “When people die are they really dead?” As the court looked at him, baffled, not knowing how to answer him, the king continued “I asked, and I will ask once more, when people die are they dead for sure?” A deadly silence blew through the crowd Like a knife it sliced the air, but no one seemed to care They were all just looking, a…