He told the truth,
But where is the proof?.
The word he spread,
To all the dead,
He is mad!

He rejects corruption,
They saw delusions,
From his grief,
They find relief,
He is mad!!

They saw him not,
In places where he ought,
Instead took his stand
Where his new heart demands,
He is mad!!!.

He makes mad of world's fashion
And finds gold in his ideas so old fashioned.
He skips his comfort
To give comfort,
He is mad!!!!

One says, "What world did he say?"
Another says, "He speaks of that day",
He must be mad!!!!!
In his death
He finds faith
Yet still plants in fertile ground,
The world around.

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© Precious Effiong