Who Told Them They Could Fly Their Own Kites? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why on Earth are all those people standing in line.
So patient they seem.
And not one hint of any conflict between them.
All representing different ethnic 'persuasions' too.

What's going on?
All adorning those parachutes.
And...
If my own eyes did not betray me.
I would think they roll their own at 'Me'.
For Heaven's sake...
Who told them they could fly their own kites?
And wear their own parachutes?
Have I become too delusional?

'Well,
Your Highness...
Out of deep respect,
I will say 'yes' and 'no'.

You didn't hear this from me...
And you, of all people, know how gossip goes.
However...
I've heard it said,
The people have become extremely upset.
Because of your drama and fantasized policies.
And no longer buy into that concept,
Of wings, golden slippers, white robes...
And the playing of harps,
And trumpets in some afterlife.

The people have decided,
To take their own chances.
Think independently.
And they've prepared to leave the kingdom.'

That's preposterous!

'Like a rhinoceros wearing Gucci.
I agree.
But I do have a suggestion.'

Quick come out with it.

'We can contact Beyoncé.
She always comes up,
With some trend setting sounds.
Maybe she can compose something,
To turn their minds around.'

Yeah!
But I've already made a long term deal,
With Jay-Z...
To keep the beats pumping.
And I don't want to be the reason,
For any disagreements between those two.
I think they are two of the kingdom's best peeps.
Ya dig?