The True Story of Humpty Dumbty
by Michael W. Curry
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
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A new twist to an old story...
The drawing of me was done by one of my art students... Jordan Riddle.
|I will tell you a story that some might thing gory, |
about a person who made bad decisions.
It's an attempt to influence unbelievers and truants
in hopes that it might inspire visions.
Carried down through the ages, told by paupers and sages,
this story has been watered down.
Now it's no longer serious and has become weak and delirious,
about an egg dressed up like a clown.
But if you take a good look at and old and Good Book,
it's message becomes very clear.
This story of old will now be retold.
It is now the true version you'll hear:
Long ago on other shores in a land just like yours
there was a people who lived with their KING.
HE was strong. HE was just. Yet some of them fussed...
and they liked the thought of disobeying.
All the laws, all the rules, in their churches and schools,
made some feel like they should rebel.
Some liked the taste of rebellions and waste.
Strong values they tried to repel.
Yet there were those for HIS GRACE, who remained in their place
and continued to seek HIS direction.
But there were those not so wise who did blame and despise
and continued to spread their infection.
They did swoon. They did sway. Others entered they fray...
that were weak and had not soon decided.
Soon enough sides were drawn. Side of Right. Side of Wrong.
In the midst of a kingdom divided.
And among such as these was one too willing to please...
each side so neutral he stayed.
He was too weak to commit. So on a wall he did sit.
Never knowing the dangerous game that he played.
He was an egg named Humpty. (His last name was Dumbty)
And he decided to sit on a wall.
A war was at hand. Good and Bad took a stand.
Yet Humpty avoided it all.
"I know I should fight for what's good and what's right,
but the chances of death are too great.
I'll just climb up this wall. Get away from it all.
It's so much easier to sit back and wait.
There's too many choices and too many voices
and the answers I want won't be found.
There's no way I can risk it (Being stabbed in the brisket)
while they're fighting down there on the ground.
So I'll sit way up here without worries or fear
as the warring factions pass by.
I'm too little and brittle. I'll remain non-committal.
My voice is worth nothing says I."
Now THE KING had been good doing all that HE could...
to keep the kingdom at peace.
Yet the evil was growing and it's forces were showing.
And it challenged HIS reign without cease.
HE called HIS faithful to arms from the cities and farms
to defend against blatant corruption.
Both sides raged both sides killed. Lives were lost blood was spilled
yet Humpty found no cause for interruption.
"I wont gamble my pride by choosing a side.
What would happen if I should choose wrong?
If only I knew how each side would come through
I could sing my sweet victory song.
I'll try riding the fence!" (Humpty thought in suspense)
"In luke-warm water one can never get a burn.
And with problems so massive, it's best to be passive.
I'll just sit way up here and learn."
So Humpty sat on that wall and watched the gore and the gall
of the battles that raged down below.
They fought and they slew, spears were thrown. Arrows flew.
Yet Humpty needed nowhere to go.
For through all the gnashing and crashing and slashing,
Humpty was safe up on high.
He avoided all forces and kicks from the horses,
and ducked if stray arrows flew by.
The war lasted quite long and each side seemed so strong.
Humpty wondered how long he could wait.
He was so hot and tired as the cannons were fired
and he thought about destiny and fate.
As Humpty pondered on this he felt something amiss.
"No more cannons! The end must be near!
All I hear is the silence. That must mean no more violence!
It was smart of me hiding up here!
Now the hard part is done. I will join those who won.
It does not matter to me who they are.
I'll just climb down form here and pick up a spare spear
and pretend I was fighting from afar."
Humpty stood up to see who the victor would be
and he noticed THE KING did still reign.
HE had conquered the foe that had tried to overthrow.
It looked like the peace would remain.
Humpty looked all around. Bodies littered the ground.
Many died for a cause that was just.
When the future was bleak, they continued to seek...
out the enemy. They knew that they must.
As Humpty kept staring, he caught THE KING glaring...
his way as he coward on high.
THE KING spurred HIS mount to hear Humpty's account.
When HE arrived HE asked Humpty, "WHY?"
"WHERE WERE YOU DURING BATTLE WHILE WE FOUGHT IN THE SADDLE?
MANY PEOPLE DIED FOR MY CAUSE."
"I was hiding." He muttered while he sputtered and stuttered.
His answer gave everyone pause.
THE KING'S people all gathered as Humpty dithered and dathered.
Their eyes all on him as he cried.
They all waited to hear, through his trembling and fear...
his reasons for wanting to hide.
Humpty knew how it sounded. And his heart? Oh it pounded.
"Don't you know how I was afraid?
I was so full of fear that I ran and hid here.
During battle it was here where I stayed.
I'm so unskilled and I might have been killed...
And I am so deathly afraid of dying."
THE KING lowered His head and He surveyed the dead.
He looked back up at Humpty. He was crying.
"I GAVE YOU LIFE IN THIS KINGDOM OF STRIFE.
AND YOU REPAY ME BY HIDING UP THERE!?
SO MANY RISKS WERE TAKEN. FOUNDATIONS WERE SHAKEN!
YET YOU TELL ME YOU WERE TOO SCARED TO CARE!
YOU HAD A ROOF OVER HEAD. PLENTY FOOD AND A BED.
YOU WERE SAFE UNDER MY LAW AND ORDER.
YOU COULD PLAY DAY OR NIGHT. WALK AROUND WITHOUT FRIGHT.
BUT UNDER PRESSURE YOU HIDE ON THIS BORDER?!
YOU KNEW RIGHT FROM WRONG YET YOU TARRIED ALONG...
PRETENDING THAT YOU HAD GOOD REASON.
BUT I CAN SEE FROM THE START THE WAY OF YOUR HEART.
YOUR JUSTIFICATION IS NOTHING BUT TREASON!
DO YOU THINK IT WAS EASY? DON'T YOU THINK THEY GOT QUEASY?
(As He pointed to the faithful dead.)
"YET STILL THEY FOUGHT ON. NOW MY ENEMY'S GONE.
SHOULD I LET YOU GO HOME TO YOUR BED?"
"Oh No! my LORD KING! You must make the bells ring!
It is time for YOUR victory feast.
I must come to YOUR hall where YOU'll have the grand ball...
for YOUR subjects . Which I'm sure I'M the least."
"YOU'RE NO SUBJECT OF MINE! IT IS WE WHO WILL DINE.
YOU'RE NOT WORTHY TO SIT AT MY TABLE!
YOU DID NOT HEED MY CALL WHEN WE STARTED TO FALL.
YOU DID NOT FIGHT THOUGH YOU WERE WELL AND ABLE!"
"Had I known you would win I wouldn't have committed this sin.
I will surely choose wisely next time.
Now let's go to your castle. Lets not dither and hassle.
Let's break out your casks of red wine!"
The KING closed his eyes. Humpty's excuses were lies.
HE trembled with anger and shame.
Then HE focussed HIS look on Humpty who shook...
as HE addressed a subject so lame.
"BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO FEARED YET STILL CHOSE...
TO ANSWER THE CALL OF THEIR KING.
THOUGH OUR SIDE WAS OUT-NUMBERED, THEY FORSOOK THEIR SLUMBER
AND NOW THEIR PRAISES I SING.
BUT YOU WERE A COWARD THOUGH BLESSINGS WERE SHOWERED...
ON YOU DURING ALL OF MY REIGN.
UNDER ME YOU WERE SAFE. NOW I CHAFF AND I CHAFE
WHEN I THINK OF ALL OF OUR PAIN...
THAT WAS WASTED ON YOU WHOM I THOUGHT TO BE TRUE.
YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE.
I WILL BREAK UP YOUR SHELL. YOU'RE DESTINED FOR HELL.
I WILL FRY UP AN OMELET WITH CHIVE!"
Humpty, faced with this error, began screaming in terror.
He knew now that he had no more chances.
THE KING signaled HIS men. They drew their weapons again
and stabbed Humpty through with their lances.
Humpty fell from the wall in front of them all.
He exploded after hitting the ground.
They scooped him up in large bowls and cooked him over hot coals
THE KING's feast was rather profound.
THE KING took the first bite and HE chewed it in spite
of the fact that HE found the taste bland.
There was no way HE could abide the bad flavor inside
so HE spewed Humpty out on the sand.
Its a lesson for all who are having a ball
at playing games and avoiding what's right.
Neither hot, neither cold, just lukewarm, you've been told
will NOT get you a place in The Light.
Down through history it's clear, many stories you'll hear..
have been changed or have become quite misleading.
To avoid deep conviction, they turn stories to fiction,
so no one's accountable for the lives they are leading.
For one more example, here's and excellent sample.
It's been warped, and its facts have been altered.
Now this story's more tame like a cute funny game.
Easier to hear for those who have faltered.
Nowadays it is said that the devil is red
and he has a pitch fork, some horns and a tail.
God is no longer here so we've nothing to fear because there's
no such thing as a hell...
The End (Literally)
"But because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I am going to chew you up and spit you out of my mouth!"
© Michael Curry, 2003, All Rights Reserved.
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|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Very unique and interesting write.|
|Reviewed by ♥ Kari Hirshey ♥ (Reader)
|Wonderful write, Mr. Curry! I like your spin better than the original! :) Good Job! ~Kari Anne~
p.s. Thanks for the reviews. :) always a pleasure.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|and he could never be put back together again... very unique..|