The Orator Poem by cebolenkosi kubheka

He always utters words
That give the crowds
Enthusiasm
He's one speaker everyone
is betting on,
The utterance of his name
Is a fragrance of fear
To all his opponents

Some say he's not human
But, everyone knows he's a man
He has been called by names
Some call him the provider
As he always satisfies the audience
With words, as soon as he commence

A blank cheque has been sent
To him, can he be bought?
Who sent the cheque?
Criminals want him on their court cases
Politicians want him on their rallies
He is invited to the boardroom by business owners

He once said....
I was born to speak
I live my life through speaking
I release air as I breath
The same happens as I speak