There was no way he could give up,
there was much at stake,
he lived for the day and the day\'s events
were sufficient for the day,
he was resilient in times of war, strife
and civil war and he sought for peace,
he knew blood from the beginning from
his birth he never liked to spill blood, and courted
peace through no spilling of blood.
What mattered most was his outlook on life
a life of wandering, trekking and of love,
No one stood in his path that led him to be
courageous.
There was no misunderstanding that stood in the way
given the years of isolation that came with companionship,
that he relocated to a distant land far off from the land
of his birth.
Everything was anew that came to him in a time of the
great drought, he survived the wrath of war,
the wars of love and he was not a student of corruption
that devastated the country, the weak have fallen while
the stronger have held their head high and he never
stumbled because he was with God. He was creative
but the earth led him to believe he was treading the right path,
No man was as kind like him and he had to restore where he
never hurt, injured or destroyed a thing; that never belonged
to him.