The King Of Manhattan Poem by Cesidio Tallini

The King Of Manhattan



I saw Him, you see;
It was Jesus of Nazareth,
And American He shall be.
He was the child of poor,
And poor no more,
And the New York media
Went bonkers,
Like children in
A candy store.
Nobody knew who He was,
Who He was indeed,
Yet no one stood sadden,
At the sight of
The King of Manhattan!

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Cesidio Tallini

Cesidio Tallini

S. Floral Park, New York
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