King Lear
- When I think of King Lear,
- I shed a single tear,
- For childless masters,
- who ate their children in fear.
- I can think of ancient kings,
- Dying while the battle was yet raging,
- Wondering if it was won or lost,
- and at what cost.
- We are the Buddha's children,
- Each and every one.
- I do not understand these schemes,
- who would lie to their father?
- I do not see the value of such games.
- I pray that the results don't bring us shame.
- I think of king Lear,
- and all his children dead before he dies,
- because he couldn't tell friend from foe,
- and preferred to believe flattering lies.
- And I shed a single tear.
- Where are his true disciples?
- Why they are here, everyone.
- And where is Devadatta,
- why in our minds, in our minds.
- Like the shadows that ate their children.
- There is a king Lear in everyone.
Chris