INSIDE OUT

INSIDE OUT

Awake I am but behave as in trance

Humility to me is self importance

My braveness became high and tough

Though it ought to, I know its show off

Those around me crowned me and hail me

Not for being straight but cunning

My stupid bald in wig I tucked and toupee

As I padlocked the truth and melt down the key

Hence, to me khaki is see through

All false I call them nothing but true

Seldom have I sent away shameful bribe

I often take it as gift; O my tribe!

Great men’s history’s kept by archives

Of truth and honesty of their lives

For that, in good faith I should do

-If God spare my life- all I have to