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
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