The Eclipsed Sun

Could you also in shame bow Like smothered cocoyam leaves In all your elegance of prided shame? You hid behind amber's of burning coal Lording your weakness on cowards of sky You crown yourself with sparkling rays A kings regalia over your slumped orphaned shoulders With a tortoise craftiness you awoke As others fell fast asleep to occupy The seat of kings as a king over kings But your elegance was veiled in blackness Your wickedness covered with darkness As you resign in shame of your cunning at last Sorry comrade, the rich also cry.