Poem: THE COMMONER
I am a commoner, yes I am
Have got thicker skin like a clam
My mind is well prepared like a farm_
To receive every seed, but only the good must grow
I absorb pains like foam, but am flesh and blood this you must know
I am a commoner, sure I am
It doesn’t imply am a poor simpleton_
Am wealthy, my cupboard is only void of skeleton
My pocket is full of confidence, not with another man’s penny
My bed is warm, another man’s bride, a poor girls pride, you won’t find any
The priest can frown to my offerings; God will clarify him at the last venue
My diet like a 4 wheel drive is balance without chicken daily on my menu
Now you tell me, who am i?
One who don’t know which hut the looted cowries are shared?
One who seems weak for hating where innocent bloods are sheared?
He never dances for joy when his worst enemy cries rather he sobers
He hope not on roasted herbs or spirited liquids to feel high like others
He drives luxurious cars in his mind so he does no ill for those on land?
He trusts the creator to perfect everything so no need for magic wand
Like a blind man I am grateful for all I get coz i sees not the one that gives_
I might not be flashy but like a village girl am fine even with local weaves
Now I ask you again, who am i?
I am a commoner on earth, this I am glad to remain
For only commoners would be king in God’s domain
By Kendrick Aziz Christian
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