Uncrowned royals

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Uncrowned royals

They are the true monarchs
living the accustomed regal life
in the simian way
In the granitic grandeur of Ranthambore Fort
guardians of our past today.

They never steal the marbled tiles
nor gouge out and hoard the gold.
nor scratch futile love signs on imperial walls
unlike their pitiful human cousins.
Ample proof of royal blood.

They knew it all along
history turns the pages of time
yet another era will bite the dust.
Erasing war results of ignorant vermin,
enmities lie merged under Mother Earth.

Immortal they remain
Watching evolution from the tall trees
Our ancestors who never claim
their rights to the royal throne
yet they alone occupy it today.