Gentleman

All men are not the same,

"Rapist" is not the word you add to his name.

Carries himself with diginity and respect,

Disloyalty is the last thing you can expect.

She left and he was blamed,

Smiled even when he was gamed.

Over him was his lady's image,

Numb as his stood with his silenced rage.

Friends weren't categorised as poor or rich,

But wounds of the needy did he stitch.

With all the wealth walked the man heads down,

Never could a girl make him her clown.

His mother was his eternal queen,

Built an empire with a perfect sheen.

Acted as royal as his surname,

Trust me, all men are not the same.