A Man Of Words Poem by Adams King

A man as empty as one can be
but claim to be the best of being
His words were thrilling but not real
but persuaded people to believe

He spoke so glad his mighty lies
and crowned them up with naughty smiles
Spreading them apart a million miles
With extreme joy and endless pride

I fought with men and not a man
and buried their names beneath the sands
I took over their riches and land
I rewarded myself with their pretty wives

I slay their children to end their heirs
And for my meal their lifeless head
Their lungs, kidney and heart i tore
From their skin a beautiful leather i wore

I took with me fame and not shame
With me all women were safe
A glorious deed it is to say
Oh! Glory glory to my name

None he said were simply true
He has not fought to win a shoe
The wrath of a child he can't undo
Why boast of such you silly fool