A Free Man Born As A King, And Died As A Slave Poem by Alexander Orisafele

A free man, born as a king,
Lost in this jungle, with no idea of who he is

Spent all his years wondering, in search of a greater purpose.

Toiling everyday and night trying to find a way home.

He dint know he was to rule, an emperor being ruled by his subjects.
With no idea of his identity, starting to believe he is who they say he is.

Everyday he laments on the misfortune fate bestows in him,
Looking at the heavens crying out for change

All he had to do was search for the power within, the power he kept dormant and turned to naught.

Accepting this wretched date, he toils till he turns to soil.

He was a freeman, born as a King and died as a slave.

-wolf 🐺