Leonell Echa

A beard wearing a coloured face
Carrying a head, without space
Filled with words, and forms
Peace in writing storms
Bring your own, whatever the case.

How he wields the historic sword
Words, they rest under his accord
While he wines, dines
And swiftly assigns
Forms, counts to those who can afford.

Not every hero wears a cape
Some others focus on a shape
Circles, triangles
For the right angles
Our world with words we must reshape.

Torch bearer, the world awaits you
To serve our tables with what’s true
Legend of EB
Our cup of spiked tea
Words with strength of a fresh bamboo.

Victor Oyedele