The Hope of a Faceless World

In a world where uncertainty rules the day, A man unique and blessed once dwelled. In a faceless country, with a faceless future, Full of faceless people with faceless ambitions, He was made to rule. Weak, incompetent and corrupt, he was called. Yet a hero he was. For years had I known him Yet once did I meet him A gentle man A great intellectual Retentive and Smart For him I gave my all And prayed passionately that my all would do But there they were Wolves in sheep clothings They struck again and again Ruining all my efforts Threats flew like mosquitoes Deceit became the order of the day Propaganda was like food Faceless people hid the truth Greed took over FRIENDS And then thunder struck All to limelight they came ‘Had I known’ graced all signposts Yet in all these, I still seeked to find his face Till forever, My all will I still give For like the Jews They have given up Christ for Barnabas Their seeds they shall reap In less than 365 days on this faceless earth Oh Dear King! Be thou never broken For Your part you played And lives you did save. Barnabas would never have done your deeds Neither would your disciples have So Arise! Be thou merry For the hour for freedom has come. You broke the curse You exalted the throne And missed you will be In less than 365 days with Barnabas For a man who betrays Betrayal doth wait In less than 365 days on faceless earth No man in 100 years Was half-loved Nor would be half missed As the King of a Faceless World So says history.