Lush Green Mountains

In the lush green mountains and valleys of the lands faraway, 

Much farther from his kingdom, the king rode with his clique,

To hunt for the sturdy boars and the timid deers and the ferocious tigers.

Chaos ensued and clouds of dusts arose - the animals could sense their doom approaching.

The usual predator and its favourite prey - the tiger and the deer, today

Both stay hidden in the obscurity of the densest of the bushes.

And while the king and his men hounded endlessly for a single prey,

As though nature had vowed to stymie the gore of the hunt,

None could find even the hint of some prey.

The tiger which would have pounced on the deer, at a single glance,

The feral beast that it was, today stay crouched and close to the ground,

Farther away from the hunters' dreaded sight.

The predators and preys in those lush green forests, 

Had all turned unanimously, unwillingly, into probable preys,

Preys of a pompous king and his pompous sycophants,

Thriving on and rejoicing in the blood of a fallen animal.