An enigmation of a human who is blind to blood,
An illustration of an artistic nature in load of flood,
with poetry the vague of his loud emphasise,
in lunacy the cage of not his loud prophecy,
i am saying he is vexed with magnificent joy,
but i reveal pleasantly,
that he zeal with emotions that never annoy,
weaker that happiness,
yet stronger than discomfort,
shares a legacy,
that a converion was hard to confront,
All Hail the king!
All hail the majesty!
let it be that his exceptional stunner stays,
the stunt he pulls digests a staineless steel always,
Beyond infinity he climbs destiny,
and allong the modesty he shouts with agony,
that spill over effects, were not powerful enough to reject,
his smile is wisdom to the word of a native subject,
that the priviledge he shares to tha land is knowledge,
its also the bridge he crosses to the world of new age,
All hail his majesty!
All hail the king!
let the poetic eyes observe,
the sun with a glisten to his part,
for every miserable experience to him is his part
Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa
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