Born in Bond

Word is born his word is bond,

Language birthed a man’s demeanour - honour,

Soul entered this wild world all alone,

Laced up in a 3-piece birthday suit’s threads,

Near future to leave this world, a lone warrior,

Through space, Solo like Han, lending a hand,

Stunting on the scene with nothing but spirit,

‘Cause at the end of the day, life, all stripped,

Down, remained promises made, and paid,

Music that was left on record will be played,

Assessed whether talk, actions, replayed,

Finale conducted, final questions will be asked:

Was he a prophet bringing words to task?

Or profiting as a hypocrite, behind virtue masked?