Sir Whyte – Poetry

Seven seas crossed,
sir whyte graced through in his glorious shine
beaming like a wedded bride in white.
A force to reckon with he was
in rampage, he knew his time await
And he began,
a quest to become the globe’s emperor,
lucky he was this time;
Afrik his greatest triumph
as it embraced in ‘readily opened hands .
Singing hosannas in the
house on the rock;
acknowledging his blue blood.
Boastful that he made faithful infidels,
Sir Whyte graced back to his dynasty;
In apt that his loyal patriot procreate his legacy.
Even when he left them with a scared face
And a broken heart.