Born in an era when time was without concrete count
Raised among multitudes with no vision
Hope was truly no where in sight and to satisfy the belly thrice was a kingly conquest
Indeed he had not even a silver spoon
They cheered him as royalty but a prince without a palace he was, yet even nature could tell he was different from the rest
He had no aspirations to reign though the best
For he would rather save his head than plunge in for a throne in contention
"The throne is not worth the blood of any son" the one who bore his father warned, so to survive they chose the common life

Greatness was only but a tale from distant lands
Rising beyond the norm was a dream for gods only
Yes they were nobles but with a nobility only revealed in strength of character
Alas the white's man gift to the black comes calling
A sight of liberation! Sunrise at dusk!
Without fear of the unknown he sailed, to the big city of possibilities
Free education, indeed a blessing to them with unquie abilities ...