This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in March 2019.
Crowned their King
Rig and ring will counter nought
Nor change, what is deemed
For a king, must bring peace in his quiet
This Simba you’ve done
Your honour in all brutes!
Elegant as you are,
Your quite is their peace. Trembling
Seizes their wake, and
Beauty’d hypnotize folks fretful.
Then they’d pray to heal
From your severe salutation!
Hesitant, careful, of mind,
Souls be, as you be
For novel visits, where is one.
Sway owes your guard, to stay
In surge and fill, and sing
This your tongue counts done!
