The Man Without a Name

Tall, arrogant, was how he came
His lyrics, his song was the same-
His mother and child
In dreams that are wild
In midst of nights he failed to tame.

Fair weather wench was want and choice
Nothing of character or poise
So untrained and vain
He’d lose them again
And bury their silence with noise.

Ndibe won, we’ll all agree
After years of losing at sea
Whatever he did
The secrets he hid
Earned him the success that we see.

For once or twice he’d tempted fate
On those things he attempted late
He’d say he would do
Without thinking through
Where the joy and pain would be great.

But all in all enough was said
He lived longer when he was dead
On his grave they’d spit
That he’s not as fit
So words of his good deeds din’t spread

Leonell