A Tale of People

Once upon a time in a misty mighty land

A lad was born in the land of kings

They named him Alan they hailed his name

But knew them not what was his game

He was in love, in love with a thing

As strange it may seem, as strange it may feel

His love was numbers, and letters and science

Although he never broke, with war, his alliance

He was destined, to kill and win

But nobody knew, what was on his mind

Alan did well, in all his learning

He was always, for more info, yearning

Education and Strength

The best possible blend

And yet not very happy

With the people surrounding him

‘Yes Men’ he hated, stupid arguments disliked

Never wanted to be questioned, to prove his might

The only things he wanted, were dauntless atrocious soldiers

who brought him news of, accomplishment of missions

Mephistophelean he was, and also a sadist

Some called him callous, others found his administration, deftest

But nothing affected Alan, as long as he won the wars

And nothing stopped Alan, from beating the innocent mob

And time fled by like a migrating bird, trying to find better situations

And the mob realized their power, to chase off the king out of their nation

And the revolts began and the king got scared, how to control the scrum?

“Should I make false promises, or should I get them burned? “

But this time it wasn’t easy, this time it wasn’t light

And finally the mob acted, and showed, the king, their might

And this time the mob proved, that king acted million other fools

And this time mob proved, whatever happens THE MOB RULES!