Though, I am not Joseph
I see the hurly-burly
Just then, Yerima, the Prince, passed by
I saw the anointed king holding his fragile crown
Waiting to take the rein
Fear in his out stretched eyes
Just then, came the breeze from with out
Calm and solemn,
Cold and calloused
Flowed in the regal spell
The king was ‘sacked’
A crowned king that never sat on the throne
Just then, Yerima passed by again
Holding his ‘goro’ in his flowing gown and ‘hula’
“Did I not tell you?” he snided
Just then, I woke up,
A Glass House came down to a shambles!
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