An Ode To the Works of King Mswati Iii of Eswatini

A precious jewell of the Mdzimba mountains, A king is a king by his rulership of the people. My king is a father of orphans, My king is an education to the poor, My king is a bill of rights to the widows, My king is a sprinting leg and a tough knee— My king is food to the table to the disabled poet. But I won't say 'Long live' to my king. A king comes and a king goes, so is the system of this world. I call my king Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. With more wisdom and knowledge bears the trap of pride and folly, But born in this kingdom I bear in delight. But I won't say, "Long live the king," I'd rather say, "Long live the monarchy."