Meet the heir to the house of Gb,
and my fair sister, as I strive to be a role model.
I never break character coz, I’m so calm
but still I care, a typical trait of a real heir.
I hear all their rumours but refuse to share.
They want me to comply with their dodgy
dealing so I stand out as an outcast.
At last I watched cloud atlas where I get the
inspiration to outsmart them, outlive them,
outrun them, while I refuse to join them.
So they plot to throw me into a den
But then my God placed me on a pedestal of
glory, far beyond their imagination that they
begin to stutter. Their tongues locked unable to utter,
their eyes flutter with disgust.
But I just looked up to the sky and praised your
name, for verily this moment I know you are with me
© Dotun Gb | Poems
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