Son Of A King Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Once I was the son of a king
and I knew no lack in any degree of need,
I had neither physical nor emotional pain
and I survived through everyday of my life
with a beautiful smile upon my pretty face.

I was greatly educated in all accessible graces
and I spontaneously laughed out my lungs
when man tried to puzzle me with very difficult questions,
and so I poured out answers to satisfy even the most notorious curiosity,

I brought about change that made every person happy,
everyone in my father's world adored me fully
enough to choose me as their personal king.