Make him a king

Who was born with a spoon of gold,

But only if

He has dined in the squalor of the poor.


Don't make him a king

If like a hawk he was born hungry,

For on his wing

He will surely prey on the awry.


Please make not a king

One who was born poor but now rich.

I know this: his eyes

Will on the humble always twitch.


Like paint

Childhood reposes on the canvas of life

Even a saint

Or a Michael has his own story.


A child born hungry

Makes a grubbing rich: always angry.

But one born wealthy

Makes a humane poor: always healthy.


Make him our king

Who was born rich but tasted our plight;

A Christ-like king

Who will always feel and heal our blight.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just thinking of the crop of greedy rulers that have preyed on Nigeria since the beginning!

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Beautiful! A heart of gold

Beautiful! A heart of gold will always seek for the greater good of all.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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