The Last Born Poem by Oche Echoda James

pushed out in the young minutes past eleven
so dark and chilly to pull back from even
handsome 'cos made from heaven
though stands last among the seven

intellectually poetic with pen on books
skillful like a fisherman caught a whale on hook
though endless petting reflects in words and looks
even on his innocent face like that of saint Luke

So charming full of life by every passing hour
always stunned by his flawless emotive power
selfless to save human race like obedient Noah
he is a people's guy, great and loyal

A leader, indispensable replica of Moses
to a land called the bed of roses
indefatigable to all challenges it poses
the last born with infinite choices