Like a rainbow declares the receding
rain
So does his persistent rage; declares his
diminishing fate
He pours upon his hair; oil from the
alabaster box
His feet are as bright as the most
shining torch
Still they leave trails of oozing
stench
He tunes his muscles to assert his
perfection
Little did it dawn on him; that the
battle was not to the
Hefty.
He joggles between numerous trade, boasting
of his prowess
Unfortunately; food seldom came to
his wise - table
For his beauty was founded upon the
plain
His strives are as woods trying to
divide a mountain
For he has no beauty within
His quick feet are too slow for the
finish line
Then re-surges the one within
He had no strength but virtue
He beats the rocks with sticks;
behold streams flowing out with speed
With less chants he doeth great works
He knows not many ways, but he won’t
stop asking
With sublime tenderness, he leads the
pack of the unruly
His garment is laced with the jewel
of humility
His sandals are designed with
consideration
His palms hold on to sacrifice
His ears are quick to listen
His mouth; slow to multitude of
speeches
He directs the path of the capable who
is yet adorable.
Bolaji Olaniba
@2018
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