Legacy Poem by Jevon Wray

My sons will inherit earth

Once they've proven their worth

A gift nurtured from birth.

The blood of kings,

both noble and divine,

Destined to soar with gold laden wings

Pressing the boundaries our precious bloodline



But,

Should I remain a page in a book

A face in the crowd overlooked

My name become a rumour

And my alias a symbol,

Society's cancerous tumour.



Then,

My Legacy be my own to keep

To pass on no good fortune on my seed

Lengthen the continuity of my creed

And watch the world strain,

And break under the weight of its own greed,

Then build it up once again.



Because,

From where I stand

Victory is ensured.

Whether clear or obscured,

I control the extent of my hand

I grasped the gift of power,

Along with the curse of responsibility

And tore down the monolith that hover over me.



Ultimately,

My Legacy is eternal

The account of my actions will be known

My will is perpetual.

The words I speak will be heard

My soul is timeless seeking the past,

Living the present,

And constructing the future



And Finally,

All of this achieved thus far, merely juvenile

My power only increases,

Subsequently,

My knowledge is perennial