I see the money weather
Even after the taunting shower
That led to the punching rains
Which bloated your opponent’s treasured eye land
I must confess you tower
More like the Everest of fists
In this generation
II
Left fist like a power volcano
Right fist like a bomb slap
Speed in punches like a terror tsunami
You are the power behind all rings
In your mighty realm
Undefeated, you were made for the tops
Clearly so strong
You are like the fiercest of lions
None can compare to you in these times
III
A legend is he who listens to wise clowns
In all glories
Many lorries are packed with rolling eyes
Clearly seeing needless boasting in place of your thoughts of showmanship
Money is no being on a stretcher
The holes of wombs have brought many a men down
Booty shakers are no hungry children
Neither are they destitute who bring honour
To their saving angels
There is a reason chambers come after halls
You are a legend
A legend who must act legendary
Gloating is a goat’s coating
IV
You are worthy
You are wealthy
You are who you are
But be the honourable you
As that is the clothes that suits legendary bodies
Many a black children run on hunger
Many a homeless being cry tears of desperation
Many ill bodies roll on stretchers in pain
Hoping to an angel gain
Salt praises not itself
Tongues sing its praises
A word to a wise head needs no repetitive ladder
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 29, 2017