I know a young bloke,
Whose personality is two,
One is known by all folk,
The other is known by two.
His first person is arresting,
A charisma worthy of emulation,
Many pray for his kind of blessing,
Even if it is just by some portion.
The other one is dirty,
Nay! It is an act that is odd!
For man not to call him petty,
He hid it from all - except GOD.
Which one really qualifies him?
The one he flaunts or hides?
Ain't no plain as they seem,
Cos you're to look at all sides.
He was a victim of rage,
Caused by nature and society,
Opened to horror at a young age,
And survival made him lose piety.
He doggedly hunted for tutelage,
Eledumare granted his wishes,
He mutated into a money sage,
And life got rosy without hitches,
He knows all man will go sour,
To find out about a deified tycoon,
Who steals at night to help the poor,
With a hood that's used as a cocoon.
Now, which one qualifies him?
The one he flaunts or hides?
Ain't no plain as they seem,
Cos you're to look at all sides.
Damilola Kareem
#D_Scripter
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