King On The Grassy Plain

King On The Grassy Plain
© Surazeus
2025 06 30

No man is a king on the grassy plain 
for all are equal in cold gusts of wind 
that strikes our spirits to the brittle bone 
and leaves us shivering in the brutal rain, 
so bluster all you want against the storm, 
King Lear, then humbly labor on your farm. 

Harvesting sheafs of grain with well-honed blade, 
the old man who once reigned as mighty king 
wipes sweat from his brow as laborers sing, 
then sorts bags of wheat according to grade, 
loading them on wagons with silent faith 
that calm attention soothes the sleeping wraith. 

Ten years since losing his throne in fierce coup 
lead by ambitious husbands of his daughters, 
Farmer Lear finds peace hiding from the plotters 
by selling happiness long overdue, 
then lounges with humble folk at the feast 
to celebrate how their wealth has increased. 

Stumbling into the farmyard at midnight, 
torn dress stained with blood of innocent souls 
killed by armed thugs who steal food from their bowls, 
Cordelia cries with sorrow of their plight, 
then falls into arms of her father Lear 
who gives her cider to banish her fear. 

Learning that sons he entrusted to rule 
with justice to help common people thrive 
like honey bees buzz for good of the hive, 
Farmer Lear admits he was a vain fool, 
since they exploit the people for their gain, 
heedless of how they cause the people pain. 

With the courageous jester by his side, 
and armed with sharply honed Excalibur, 
Farmer Lear transforms into Jupiter, 
and leads army of honest folk to fight 
against cruel tyrants in tall castle towers 
and support justice for people with flowers. 

Striding boldly forth in the thunderstorm, 
Lear defies injustice of mindless nature 
to protect precious lives of every creature, 
since nothing matters from the social norm, 
and battles oppressors of tyranny 
to establish global democracy. 

Facing King Midas in the Hall of Mirrors, 
where illusions of power blind human eyes, 
Citizen Lear and the Jester of Spies 
disrupt the capitalist game of horrors, 
for he knows well, now that he has grown sane, 
no man is a king on the grassy plain.