Who Is He
Who Is He
Ask anyone of him and they will say,
"A born true son of mama Africa
a child fathered by nature
a pauper that rose from the heart of his home village to sitting his buttocks on a silver throne in the city
Making history with his stories
a characterized copy of his reputable father
And a reflection of his passionate mother...."
but who is he
He is a myth to people and a stranger to own self yet he liveth fresh wind of rumors behind
Do the rumors in their profiling of he tells how he's cried his voice hoarse
to his want in forgetting awful memories
over splashing shower of water-in the bathroom
with tears washing away tents of pain
replacing them with mints of a duvet like mask of a happy and jovial face worn in front of a mirror
Ironically, of late, he even looks good in a broken mirror
With every shattered glass representing a reflect of a broken pieces of his heart
and the hurting deep cut in his suffering soul
or do they only shower praises of the flags he's raised.