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    Seven Lords

    Seven Lords upon seven mats
    Sat and talked of laws
    Of love and hate and private things
    And each other's flaws.

    With each lord a scribe with sheets
    Of paper were brought
    To record the words, record the laws
    And each lord's thoughts

    On they sat and on some more
    Changes great were made
    Sweeping laws concerning life
    All would be obeyed.

    The quills in hand flew on and on
    With righteous, angry might
    They forbade the lonely to love
    The angry men fight

    Lives were sold and love was lost
    With one mighty stroke
    Poor men became mighty kings
    Rich men were made broke

    For years they sat and pondered
    On just what laws to make
    Just what laws were justified
    How much each could take

    Finally on a summer's day
    The lords and scribes were done
    They looked across the table
    At each and every one

    With a mighty sigh of tired bones
    They arose to leave
    They all had laws to impose
    They had people to lead

    They staggered through the castle door and
    Stared eyes wide with fear
    The people all had fled the land
    As the lords spake through the years.

    So the lords cried aloud
    To every rock and grave
    "Listen now to our plan!
    To all the laws we've made!"

    The lords looked down upon
    The scrolls within their hand
    And realized the laws would govern
    An empty, barren land

    So with care the lords returned
    To the mats within their keep
    There to ponder what went wrong
    There to read and weep.

    J.L. Hayner