Who Is He

Ask anyone of him and they will say,

"A born true son of mama Africa

a child fathered by nature

a pauper that rose from the heart of his home village to sitting his buttocks on a silver throne in the city

Making history with his stories

a characterized copy of his reputable father

And a reflection of his passionate mother...."

but who is he 

He is a myth to people and a stranger to own self yet he liveth fresh wind of rumors behind

Do the rumors in their profiling of he tells how he's cried his voice hoarse

to his want in forgetting awful memories

over splashing shower of water-in the bathroom

with tears washing away tents of pain

replacing them with mints of a duvet like mask of a happy and jovial face worn in front of a mirror

Ironically, of late, he even looks good in a broken mirror 

With every shattered glass representing a reflect of a broken pieces of his heart

and the hurting deep cut in his suffering soul

or do they only shower praises of the flags he's raised.