THE STORY OF A KING Let go of your contempt for life Surrender, retreat, withdraw your knife Release your slaves, return their freedom Bring back the peace, restore your kingdom We would like to tell you a story A tale of a man, a human being just like us 2 Amanah proudly presents “The Story of a King” Once lush and beautiful With rolling lawns and snow-peaked mountains Peaceful and undisturbed Was a united kingdom Through the wood folk would frolic In the rivers fish would dance Elders laughed as children sang Happiness spread throughout the land “And evil was but a myth.” But darkness soon took over the joy As a new king arose A monster, a demon from hell, a spiteful creature … a man He caused pain and instilled fear His words were poison, his actions were malice The woods were in flames In the rivers flowed blood No longer did the children play games But instead were enslaved and forced to work Lost and fallen was a mighty empire “And love was a part of history.” (*Sound effects: war) *“This is my land! I am king! You will all bow to me!” “We will fight for our freedom! Do not let him triumph!” “Ignorant fools! Guards, seize them!” [wails and screams]* War broke between the people and the king Turning the once-glorious land into a lethal battlefield Some people lay dying, some lay dead Others were fighting to kill While the rest fought to survive Amidst the chaos, there was a soundless bloody cry of grief The cry of death A red sun rose high above the land The land that had been spilled with crimson blood Dead bodies lay sprawled across the ground And children cried as they looked around While soldiers held their defence with loyalty Serving to ensure the king’s safety The people fought with love, courage and hope on their side To once and for all bring the darkness and despair to an end The king swung his sword to and fro Slaughtering anyone who dared defy him As he laid his eyes upon his land He filled the air with his menacing laugh “Mwahahaha!” But all of a sudden He felt a deep, painful stab in his back Blood oozed out of the wound Soon gushing out like a waterfall As he swung his sword helplessly, aimlessly Unable to gather his strength as he could before His knees gave way and he soon fell Onto the solid ground The king’s gaze fell upon his surroundings again But this time, he saw it from a different point of view No longer did he look at the people with hatred Instead, he looked at them with love Proud of their strength as one His eyes then darted to a child, a little boy Crying over his mother, who lay motionless, dead A silent tear trickled down the king's face As he knew that he was the one responsible He had caused the child's anguish, the immeasurable sorrow The white-hot pain began to set As the king felt his emotions taking over Searing his heart with guilt and regret “*gasp* Your Highness! You’re wounded!” “Quick! Bring him back to the castle!” Slowly, the king shook his head, refusing to be aided For he knew his actions could not be forgiven “End the war and do what is right to restore peace.” Glancing at his people for the last time He drew his final breath and closed his eyes Falling into a deep sleep, never to awake again The king only saw his wrong When it was too late So friends, take heed Do not fill your hearts With anger, with greed, with jealousy, with pride Let hope be your guide And love be at your side ... how was it? My friend and I wrote this poem together. It's not a literal poem, but it's actually a poem written for Choral Speaking. Anyone heard of Choral Speaking? Anyway, leave some comments, please!
It's like i'm reading in a history book. Yeah, it was fun to read I give it a 8,5/10 btw: nope, never heard of Choral Speaking.
Choral Speaking ... haha. I can trace some BBGS-ians here if anyone knows what Choral Speaking is ...
dont know what it is, but i can guess. Simply like reading a story, but more like a poem to a bunch of people? dumb guess i know, any way very good story, original, and good morals. I would love to hear you speak it choraly, lol
OK, brief explanation on Choral Speaking : Originated by a school called BBGS (yea, that's where I'm from) and the tradition has been continued until today (though we've moved to a new location, and changed the name of the school -- the tradition seems to be fading away, 'cause there's a whole bunch of new kids, and, well, they don't take Choral Speaking seriously). The poems do not have fixed topics, in other words, can be written about anything, although issues such as racism are restricted. Poems are about 5 to 7 minutes long. The students are arranged in three rows. The back row would have to stand on a bench, or else nobody would be able to see them (obviously). A conductress/conductor will conduct the group. He/She will tell the group if they're too loud, too soft, too stiff, lacking facial expressions, etc. by using signals. All hail the Almighty Conductor. Ah, presentation. No, the students don't just stand at their positions, reciting the poem like statues. Instead, they include facial expressions and body movement while presenting the poem (though you can only move torso and above)(no unnecessary twitches, even if your nose is itching). The tone/volume changes as the mood of the poem changes. Most importantly, the group must be able to project their voices loudly so that the audience will be able to hear what they're saying. One more thing : smiling is important when you first present yourself on stage, and when you leave the stage. Wondering why I use the word 'students'? Choral Speaking competitions are held at primary and secondary levels throughout the country once every year. No, I don't think you'd stumble upon a group of adults doing Choral Speaking. Nope. ... hmm, dunno if I explained it right. Maybe there's more about it ... Anyhow, it's something like that.
Really glad you guys like it! My teacher doesn't, though. I was in a sore-loser mood today because of it ... hehe!