The Emperor
I made a journey to a town
Far away from Rhodesia
Where the minds of men were endowed
And the show of crown in a viva
In this town i met a man
Whose words were the mark
Yet on his men he made no ban
And his entourage was twice an arc
I shook hands with him
And i felt a vast sensation
But my urge did not dim
Amidst his sweet oration
From his mouth came a breath of air
Stuffed with words from the days of old
Words that did not scare
But to make my own
Equality he made his aim
Yet the Provencal proved as a defamer
Only to assume his name
But he was more than a speech maker
In his endeavor, was his master plan
And in valor, was a mortal man
And by virtue of his clan, was he made the emperor
Source:| Dzorlali Agbanu|
email:|kdzorla@gmail.com|
website: |obibinikwasi.blogspot.com|
