He remained anonymous
The day he arrived,
Dirty and scrambled with long
His rights deprived and his style Despised
Camouflaged in pain & grief
He always smelled his hope of
He remained anonymous when Empowerment rained on his Neighborhood,
And yet he gained no good.
His anonymized lifestyle has
Been in eruption since he’s Arrival
The people examined him Negatively
As a valueless broom stick. Alone with his thought his life he Ought to think.
“Corrupt minds they poses Why Won’t they act useless ?” Some One asked
After watching the young man’s Right Being impinged on
He remained anonymous until The anonymous rich single lady Who felt Sympathy on him Uplifted his hope with Unassailable love and care.
His story still played in an Obscure And anonymous speed As it dances to it’s glory
The anonymous rich Lady Baptized Him with a Camouflaged look
Entirely different from his old, Disgusting life style.
He remained anonymous as his Story
Gradually turns into history
With out those dirty dread lock of His.
He looked as clean as a white
Cloth Washed with a full drum of
The anonymous rich lady who
Made Life worth living for him Sent him anonymously overseas To study
And on his arrival, his long time
Pharisees turned the weight less Broom sticks that he now sees
And that was how he remained Anonymous until his success Clapped like the roaring thunder
And his helper later turned his wife
Living together happily ever after