His voice had forsaken

His speechless mouth

Destined for greatness

But inclined to the incompetent

Soul of his attitude


Your majesty’s greatest honor

Was rather his mind

In times of battle

Eras of built confrontations

Deaths of arduous nations

And feasts of the uniformed men’s blood


An empire beheld him,

All who longed for a postponed voice.

Long live the king

From the western lands of Jamaica

to the southern heats of Australia


Had his voice inhibited his body?

“Speak up boy,” they’d say

But no words came out.


The reasoning behind his muteness

Was it truly mechanical?

Or rather

a product of the conscious mind?

The lack of faith in his voice corrupts

A mere human whose aspirations

Far exceed his expectations..

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