Haiku
Let me tell you a story, About a city full of glory, There was a king of the town, The day before yesterday he was crowned. He said he will change the city's fate, Make it richer and so great, That no one could ever say, That his head was filled with hay. He went to the port and saw some ships, He ordered them all to be whipped, As they were making so much noise, That he couldn't even hear his own voice. One day he headed to the market, With his soldiers and a few muskets, Ordered, he, to the soldiers, Kill all the landholders. The soldiers did what he said, All the market was now dead, No one was left with a soul, The market was killed in whole. He said he will change the city's fate, Make it richer and so great, That no one could ever say, That his head was filled with hay. On Sunday he went to the church, And people were left in a lurch, Everyone, be quiet he cries, Then sings his prayer in a hoarse voice. Then he ventured the ja...