He Is Royalty Poem by Vyktor Ekott

A pleasant sound emerged from within
An infant’s cry, devoid of guilt and sin
With angels heralding it’s novel entry
Tender and soft from a fresh delivery.

The stars and moon brought forth their gleam
Just for the young king with a royal beam
Sounds of trumpet blare in Heaven’s ball
Announcing the birth of Jesus and the devil’s fall.

Who is this king bouncing in a manger?
To the sheep and donkeys, He is a stranger
To human science, He is a novelty
Though son of a pauper, He is Royalty.