If Wishes Were To Be Horses
The Fools Would Gladly Ride
But Wishes Would Never Have Been Horses
For A Soulish Fermentation Of Thoughts
Wishes Are As Vapour
So Amorphous And Ephemeral
To Be Tangibly True
Princes May Have Wishes
They Neither, On Them
Do Ride Nor Pride
Princes May Be
As Meek As The Sheep
Appearing So Ordinary
Taken For The Foolish Mule
Ever Ready As The Donkey
To Be Driven And Ridden
Yet, Princes Are Sons
Sons Indeed, Of The Father
Worn And Torn, Yet Enduring
Pressed And Stressed
Battered And Beaten
Yet Remain Unscathed
In Grace, So Endowed
To Tarry As They Wade
Through The Tides Of Times
Wheels Inside The Wheel
Saintly Hopes Against Hopes
Sons Breaking Forth,
Heirs Of The Father On Earth
Primes, All In Glory
Primes Now On Horses
Riding Valiantly
All Across The Earth
Forever, To Rule
Submitted by: Tunji Kusa
Ilorin, Nigeria.
