All the world's a stage...

"Ho! What play is this?" thought the king,

"Where the people seem so happy, but if you look closely,

they have eyes that are hollow, smiles that are strained.

The laughter, too, jingles like Christmas morn, yet something is off."

He leans in, engorged belly hanging halfway off his throne, 

squinting for a better look.

Then realizing he was looking outside, and not at a stage,

He silently wept to himself.

Author's Note

Very rough draft-- please leave reflections

Reviews

[TLK]

You punch that sucker in the gut. And I like it.