50 Years Young
The left arm is for the king.
The right arm is for the Kid.
Image of the scar.
He is my king,
Grown up,The Kid.
Point of the pen, ball.
Or kingdom of kingdoms.
White drugs on rice.
The design that pores into absolute blackness.
From the capital avocado forest in the eastern part of the pulpit of Africa.
Far, far up the mountains of Pigg's Peak,
down golden Lufafa Mountain.
Swati in Greek!
We are heritage.
Copyright © Maratis Moses | Year Posted 2017
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