On a Stinky bed of denial
He was painfully delivered
Eyes soured
From scream of innocence -
His last he hoped - borne from the burning grip
Of ethnic partiality

Robbed off of his political birthright
He surged to the wee hours
Of a new dawn
But he opposed like a virtuous woman
Corruption from penetrating the sacred corridors
Of his virgin prospects

Then to a sweetened bond of unity
He called 'bakulu'
Surf to the beautiful shores
Of knowledge and power

Yes! The most amiable aristocrats
Chose not to be labeled carpenters