The Last Man Standing Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

He came across, he turn back
Nobody watch his back
He is alone through that forest he walks without fear
He is a man without spear
He is able to say yes even it no, got one tear

No he is the man that stands behind his family
that protects his family, through anger he surrender
Those responses to offender
He surrenders to anger to avoid anger

To her his is a hero; to me his is the man of responsibilities
He count his words to his wife, he abandon all those bottles
He fight alone those battles.
Those bottles next to his friend are enemy to him.
That smokes seems to don't have place to him.

Working for only to go home and make his family happy.
Happy to have him in this world when it changes
When the volcanoes take place he will be the helicopter
When the lightning strikes he says ‘'don't worry I am here''.
Any sound as your head I will hear
Of Corse he is here to be the man, the protector
The survivor the one that God sent to this family
The one that never cry even if it bad but he pretend to be fine
He is the defender, the last man standing