In The End Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya
In The End
IN THE END
Diamond and gold,
Incense and fragrance,
Layers of prayers,
Brought the sense to mayors
What was it?
The dog ran with the meat,
Mace fell from the rise,
Who dined were the mice.
From palace to jail,
But they couldn't wail,
Had themselves cooked
then booked.
Wives quickly inherited,
Possession auctioned,
Feet daggled in merry,
The rest was apart of history.
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