A man from poor to rich
But before without definite character
Like a serf who became a knight
One without his word is not a real man
To commit, leaving the mouth
Serpents from a tunnel
Venomous serpents?
What a shame
On the contrary, a crystal heart
Perfectly clear like the skies
Vast and visible from every direction
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Neither a man above nor below the people
But amongst the people
A leader with a vision defined
He may die amongst them
But a noble death
One for a passionate cause
Selfless and Devout
Controlling his anger, no loud voice nor shout
A generous man was he
Loved and respected by others