The Lord Of Yore Poem by Tony Adah

We stopped the river from
Flowing downstream and took volumes
For our boss to drink and to have a bath
We shone his shoes
And pressed his clothes
He barked at every bit of our human foibles
And brought messages from his excellency to us
Which we must fulfill
He rose like a star
And crashed like a meteor
Or blossomed like mushrooms in the morning
And crumbled in the afternoon.
The old tiger strambled for snails
With the rodents
And whatever things of a top possess
Must also have a bottom.