The Proud Lad Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

They'd said He's rude,
Girded in Pride, glowing in cruel rule.
Like the sun when in her prime,
Claiming the hood of the wave's clime.
Indifferent if the waves would remonstrate,
And in extension may have his pride castrate:
And so they pair merged,
In qualities and acts submerged:

Why wouldn't he be proud? Even the worked lad!
When his cap was given him by the Athenian.
And his cloak, regalia of the Roman Republican:
His forefathers who taught him how to stand.

And now he would stand on the cleft of Civilisation:
Yea! America- the proud lad, would care no regression.
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(Inspired by Emma Lazarus's 'The New Colossus) .