Rebellious

Reads: 170  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 3

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
So, apparently the Old Testament has some cool stories in it about usurpation and war and death, and some really awesome strategy stuff...
This poem was written after thinking about kings who killed their brothers, and this was the first thing that came to mind...
Enjoy, if you will.

Submitted: October 18, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: October 18, 2011

A A A

A A A


Rebellious

 

Father-of-peace is your name by birth,

Third son of the second king,

Your father, David, elected by the prophet, Samuel, anointed and crowned over the Holy Land,

 

You are the glorious,

Just and righteous, the handsomest man on earth,

Women shout out your name, men hail to you, too, and you indeed beloved by all the people,

 

Your brothers are many, you've sisters aplenty,

All corrupt and amoral as you are yourself,

Vengeance runs in your blood, you never forget, you wait for the moment, then with all your might you strike,

 

Ride across the valleys and hills,

Through the woods and the thicket, over the mountains afar,

Nobel son of a great sire, your father is the war-hero, yet you are only his younger child,

 

Living in a palace,

Sheltered from real life,

Your love is for your family, and your father's word is law,

 

The firstborn son, your elder brother, he is the prince, the heir in flesh,

Lacking in morals, a savaged beast more than you all put together,

Pretends to be ailing, tricking your sire, and raping your sister in the dark,

 

Your own blood-and-flesh scream in her pain, weeping and mourning,

Discarded and disgraced, she is shunned and cast away, impure,

And Amnon, her rapist, is praised and still the heir, your father's impotence at its grandest,

 

Waiting for the moment, the days slowly go by,

Yet vengeance keeps you awake and plotting,

“His blood shall be spilt for what he has done,” you vow by the holy name of God,

 

Stars arise, brightly dance in the night,

Enter the dawn, the days race by,

The moon shall rise, bright silver orb then a crescent, waning and bloating for over a score of months,

 

Two years have passed, your blood still screams for his death,

Your soul demands vengeance,

A masque of lies you don on your face, you hide your intentions and your rage,

 

With the kindest words dribbling with honey,

You support your elder brother, you praise and sing his name,

“The noble Amnon shall the king” you proudly declare, honing the spear to his throat,

 

And a grand feast you have held, through cunning trickery only your brother did come,

“Hold him down, men, against the ground!”

You give them order, then you slay him like the vile dog he is and justice is served-- blood for blood was paid,

 

Ride across the valleys and hills,

Speedily gallop through the woods and thicket, your life depends on it,

Vengeful and just son of a kingly sire, you father's rage is now after you,

 

Hide in land of your mother, your allies,

A penniless kinslayer princeling you are,

The word comes then, three years later, your father has forgiven you and wants you back,

 

You see the old man weakening,

His lion's heart turned to the heart of hyaena,

Plotting your rise, vengeful counsellors arise, the die was cast and you're victorious,

 

Ride in the cities, sent outrunners to call and to aid,

Judge the people fairly, “the king is unjust!”, and turn them against king David,

Your father, flesh-and-blood, is old and weak and fit no longer to be king,

 

Start the rebellion at Hebron, gather your troops,

The might of the the Twelve Tribes stands for you,

Only your cousin, Yo'av the son of Zeruiah, have refused your claim to rule, standing forever at your father's side, he is a deadly match to fight,

 

Make them flee, let them cross the river Jordan and scatter,

Take the vacant seat of power,

Jerusalem is yours to claim, and so are your father's throne and palace,

 

Heed Achitophel's sage advice,

Take your father's wives and all shall know you won't back down,

Disgrace a king for all to see, and he shall lose all his power,

 

Tricks and deception, the gifts of your father's cunning mind,

A new advisor comes along,

Against Achitophel you heed Hushai's false advice, and give the foe the time to gather arms and plot,

 

The sun had set, then and again,

And the moon came and ran away,

By the advice of Hushai you assemble your troops and prepare to cross the river Jordan,

 

Surrounded by the woods of Ephraim,

Routed out are all your troops,

You've heed the false one's advice, and fallen into general Yo'av's cunning and deadly trap,

 

Escape through the woods,

A hasty retreat over the river,

Tragic irony strikes at you with your greatest pride, your hair was caught in the branches of a tree,

 

Unable to run,

Soon you are spotted,

And your cousin Yo'av son of Zeruiah comes for you with death,

 

“Do no harm to him,

“He is my son and heir,”

Yet David's words mean nothing to Yo'av, a man who knows what must be done to keep the peace in the Holy Land,

 

You beg for your life,

You cry out in vain and pray to God,

And Yo'av the son of Zeruiah stands above you smiling as he's driving a branch out through your heart,

 

Yet vengeance you'll have,

Time will pass and David shall soon die,

And then even the fearsome general, Yo'av son of Zeruiah, shall get what he deserves,

 

Ride across the valleys and hills,

Through the woods and the thicket, over the mountains afar,

Nobel son of a great sire, your father cries vengeance for your demise,

 

“Do not seek to threaten me, my king,

“Or have you forgot who protects this land,

“He was a threat, and now when he's dead the peace is set and the throne is yours once more, try to object and order my death, and I shall surely dethrone you and make myself the king!”

 

Stars arise, brightly dance in the night,

Enter the dawn, the days race by,

The moon shall rise, bright silver orb then a crescent, waning and bloating for many a year till the king's last son is born and crowned,

 

His son anointed with the holy oils,

A king after his death,

David sends orders by his last breath, “Yo'av must pay with his life”,

 

And on the eve of Solomon's crowning,

Yo'av son of Zeruiah finally meets his fate,

His throat had been open wide and red, and his blood now stains the tent of God...

 

Stars arise, brightly dance in the night,

Enter the dawn, the days race by,

The moon shall rise, bright silver orb then a crescent, waning and bloating for many millennia,

 

Now no man cares about your name,

To them the father-of-peace is just a bloody usurper,

Your justice is neglected and vengeance deemed unworthy, they praise those whom you have turned against...

 

Ride across the valleys and hills,

Through the woods and the thicket, over the mountains afar,

Nobel son of a great sire, your rise and demise caused by your own folly...


© Copyright 2017 Ozimandias. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Unknown

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply