The New Man Poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo

Monuments of the new man
Resurrection of the new spice
An enemy to the former villain
That mystifies the so-called unwise
Am the new man
In new color and class
Majestic organization, no devoted plan
So rich to refuse; coffee, I think I'll pass
Mentor, sane, no man's hand fan
Feeling enemy's rot, let him play jazz
Oh, and in case you might bother to know, its Ivan
Uncommon comprehension, yes, it does last
Impeccable royalty, Philip holds the crown
Where's Thomas, one who doubts fast
Ancient desires, now turns brown
Am a leader, am a bidder
Give me a needle, and I'll sew any success ladder
People say I should beware, oops! , but I don't bother
Because even through all things, I can still connect to the Father
The fool's dream turns to a wise reality
My stupidity turns to honest hard work
Fame, my good friend, your fatality
Medal of honor, oh believe me, failure does suck
Philippine, dreaming of me
Florida and California, 'My' fantasy
If you look around, you can't lie to see
That my name in gold can't be a fallacy