Mutambo Poem by Arik Fletcher
Mutambo
Acolyte of ancient kings,
Student of the primal scribe,
Sacred bird that ever sings,
Words no man can now describe.
Offspring of this fledgling realm,
Sailor of the modern way,
Faceless masters at the helm,
Shaping out this brand new day.
Seeker of the inner truth,
Writer of the dark within,
Chronicles back to my youth,
Memoirs for my future kin.
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