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?
a product of the conscious mind?
The lack of faith in his voice corrupts
A mere human whose aspirations
Far exceed his expectations..