It's gilded in bright colours
Like a peacock butterfly;
It sparkles in splendour
Like a diamond in the sun;
When it rests, it rests
In confined dank darkness,
In a bowel of nightmare
With what remains of a king:
a diet for forbidden creatures.
Now to what gain or profit
Are the swellings of ego
Which defined and measured
His reign of majesty?
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Author:
Nwafor Oji Awala (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Fair Futility hints on the vanity of power and wealth.
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