Is there a man true to the soil, a symbol of hard work and life's toil;
Separated from the gravel, handpicked, a nations jewel?

Is there a man that is as pure as gold, melted in fiery heat, enough to be bold;
Not scared of the furnace, buried in hot coals with excessive sterness?

Is there a man whose vices glow, pounded with force, yet can take every blow;
Unique in nature, for great men to bow?

Is there a man of stealth and vigour;
A reowned leader of nations,
commanding world's admiration?

Is there a man of the people, for the people, by the people;
A king accessible, to be held accountable?

Is there a man that stands tall, a soldier for oneself and his country;
Symbolising truth and fairness in all his gallantry?

Is there a man who lives by the truth, for the truth;
A mentor to the youth, feared by the untruth?

A man that is a symbol of hope!
Equipped with a vision for our generation to cope.
A treasure of high value to behold.
He is human gold.
© Naomi Kamara