MAYWEATHER

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

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