AN ODE TO THE WORKS OF KING MSWATI III OF ESWATINI
A precious jewell of the Mdzimba mountains,
A king is a king by his rulership of the people.
My king is a father of orphans,
My king is an education to the poor,
My king is a bill of rights to the widows,
My king is a sprinting leg and a tough knee—
My king is food to the table to the disabled poet.
But I won't say 'Long live' to my king.
......
Back in 1949, the Krewe of Zulu
elected their brand new king...
And to everyone celebrating Mardi Gras
this man would finally bring...
The kind of Mardi Gras revelry
no New Orleanian had ever seen...
Hail King Louis Armstrong
and his beautiful Mardi Gras queen...
They landed on a tugboat
......
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......
It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.
My fourth graders were very attentive, as I recounted the glory,
Of tales such as Mansa Musa's, maybe the richest man in history!
Sultan of Mali was Mansa Musa, during the far off Middle Ages,
The world's largest gold producers maybe, say the history sages.
When Mali consisted of 400 cities, he was a patron of the arts.
......
About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
......
About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
......
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......
AN ODE TO THE WORKS OF KING MSWATI III OF ESWATINI
A precious jewell of the Mdzimba mountains,
A king is a king by his rulership of the people.
My king is a father of orphans,
My king is an education to the poor,
My king is a bill of rights to the widows,
My king is a sprinting leg and a tough knee—
My king is food to the table to the disabled poet.
But I won't say 'Long live' to my king.
......
There once was a king
Who was pretty funny...
He wore whites tights
And was tight with his money...
His scepter was small
But his ego was big...
He wore sparkling clothes
And sometimes a wig...
......
I don’t need to be the captain
Of each and every boat...
I don’t need to be the king
Of every Mardi Gras float...
I don’t need to be that guy
Driving a big fancy car...
I don’t need to be that blowhard
Buying everyone drinks at the bar...
......