There is this man I know
Who once dined with kings but now begs at the entry
He crippled the legs of his Cause and
tainted the legacy of his forebears and
His descendants painfully suckle the breasts of his truncated
dreams.
There is this man I know
Who once dined with kings but now begs at the entry
He removed the bridge after his crossing to one end and
destroyed the last wick of the lantern when the sun shone at
full strength and
His armour was useless at the heart of night.
There is this man I know
Who once dined with kings but now begs at the entry
He lifted his voice against the prince of the palace and
defied the kings’ order and
His place among royals is no more.
There is this man I know
Who once dined with kings but now begs at the entry
He tasted from the sweet puddings of life and
hoarded the waste from the lowly and
His glory now hangs in the past.
There is this man I know
Who once dined with kings but now begs at the entry
He danced himself lame before the main dance began and
Thrust his future in the midriff to death and
His pride caught up and overtook him in the race of life.
Therefore,
My Lord!
My Lord!!
My Lord!!!
Save us from ourselves and the fangs of pride and
complacency
That I rip not my labour in twain, with they like me.
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