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Saturday, 14 October 2017

Notion of justice (full poem)

(After Idries Shah)



In the city of which I sing
There was a just and placid King.


The king proclaimed an arch should be
Constructed, that triumphally


Would span the major thoroughfare
To edify spectators there.


The workmen went and built the thing.
They did so since he was the king.


The King rode down the thoroughfare
To edify spectators there.


Under the arch he lost his crown.
The arch was built too low. A frown


Appeared upon his placid face.
The King said, 'this is a disgrace.


The chief of builders will be hanged.'
The rope and gallows were arranged.


The chief of builders was led out.
He passed the King. He gave a shout,


'O King, it was the workmen's fault'
'Oh!' said the King, and and called a halt


To the proceedings. Being just
(And placider now) he said, 'I must


Have all the workmen hanged instead.'
The workmen looked surprised, and said,


'O King, you do not realise
The bricks were made of the wrong size.'


'Summon the masons!' said the King.
The masons stood there quivering.


'It was the architect... ',they said,
The architect was summoned.


'Well, architect,' said His Majesty.
'I do ordain that you shall be


Hanged.' Said the architect, 'O King
You have forgotten one small thing.


You made certain amendments to
The plans when I showed them to you.'


The king heard this. The king saw red.
In fact he nearly lost his head;


But being a just and placid King
He said, 'this is a tricky thing.


I need some counsel. Bring to me
The wisest man in this country.'


The wisest man was found and brought,
Nay, Carried, to the Royal Court.


He could not walk and could not see,
So old (and there for wise) was he -


But in a quavering voice he said,
'The culprit must be punished.


Truly, the arch it was that banged
The crown off, and it must be hanged'.


To the scaffold the arch was led
When suddenly a councilor said -


'How can we hang so shamefully
What touched your head, you Majesty?'


'True,' mused the King. By now the crowd,
Restless, was muttering aloud.


The king perceived their mood and trembled
And said to all who were assembled -


'Let us postpone consideration
Of finer points like guilt. The nation


Wants a hanging. Hanged must be
Someone, and that immediately.'


The noose was set up somewhat high.
Each man was measured by and by.


But only one man was so tall
He fitted. One man. That was all.


He was the king. His Majesty
Was there for Hanged by royal decree.


'Thank goodness we found someone,' said
The ministry, 'for if instead


We had not, the unruly town
Might well have turned against the crown.'


'Long live the King!' the ministers said.
'Long live the king! The king is dead.'


They pondered the dilemma; then,
Being practical-minded men,


Sent out the heralds to proclaim
(in his {former} majesty's name):


'The next to pass the city gate
Will choose the ruler of our state,


As is our custom. 'This will be
Enforced with due ceremony.'


A man passed by the city gate.
An idiot. The guards cried. 'Wait!


Who is to be the king? Decide!
'A melon,' the idiot replied.


This was his standard answer to
All questions. (he liked melons.) 'You


Are now our king,' the ministers said
Crowning a melon. Then they led



(carried) the melon to the throne
And reverently set it down.


                                   * * *


This happened years and years ago.
When now you ask the people, 'so-


Your king appears to be a melon.
How did this happen?', they saw, 'well, on


Account of customary choice.
If his Majesty rejoice


In being a melon, that's OK
With us, for who are we to say


What he should be as long as he
Leaves us in peace and Liberty?'


The principal of laissez-faire
Seem to be well established there. 

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