The Prince Is King Poem by Tony Adah

Soon I will walk slowly
Out of the woods
I will walk slowly but steadily
The sure hand of the unseen
Will take my hang and lead me through
No powers in the flesh and bones of man
Will keep my step behind.

Out of the woods
I shall come out on to an invaluable verdure
Devoid of piercing thorns and itching leaves
To where lilies, tulips, orchids, clovers and roses
Will wave their silent hand at me
And I will wear a confetti of them
In my royal presence.

Those who thought
I was lame
Those who thought
I was deaf
Those who thought
I was blind
Those who thought
I had met my brick wall
Will turn to the royal ambience
Of my palace and pay obeisance
To my crown.