Game Of Thrones Poem by ANSHUMAN ACHARYA

wind broken by mountains, mountains cut by rivers
man is but only flesh and bones
for every caesar lurks behind a brutus
welcome to the game of thrones;


uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
a firm hand though ruthlessly reigns,
in rampant rapture sways the tinsel town
flags of fortitude flutter atop the modest remains;


wise men engrave on cobbled stone,
ballads of bravery revered is the dead
sullied are the stairs lead to the throne,
where martyrs once had bled...