Escape from the Mountain

Escape from the Mountain

My abode, gold-plated, frequently visited
By citizens, with golden stairs,
First one subverted, built
“For the people”, “of the people”, “by the people”
Imprisoned me within four walls
Of which, one frequently opened
By the new fair jailer.

Crowd rushed for a view
Of the outer lamp of my bungalow
Lighted annually by their men.
Imprisoned for the fake charges
Of causing flood, I tired to
Prove my innocence, but in vain
For they believed the jailers.

They stormed in swiftly, scaring my
Forest buddies. Some men,
Some women, accompanied by many  men,
Some cursed the women, imposing
The charges against me on them
Making me realize, that
Renaissance is my need than theirs.

Wonderstruck, watching their love,
Astonished by their buttocks, I woke up to see,
Confused by the guards, guarding me
And guarding some of them, I, finally,
Made my mind to jail break,
For I deserve rejuvenation than them.

For I am unconstrainable, using
The help from my omniscient friends,
I broke out from the detaining walls,
Escaped to my home, the real one,
With my beloved, to my tribal,
And beastly pals, to live a stressfree life.

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