Mahogany King

Mahogany King, where are you?

You seem to be missing from your own life.

I look to the past, and you were there,

But you were a slave, toiling from sun up to sundown, caught up in strife.

Ripped from the Motherland, and all that was yours,

Brought to this foreign land to do the other man's chores.

Yet you never wavered, never let your crown slip,

You held in your fears, your tears,

as the foreman cracked the whip.

Your face set in stone as your family was torn apart,

But deep inside there was tragedy,

a rip deep in your heart.

Still, you remained a Mahogany King.

Over the centuries, you struggled and you labored,

Increasing your knowledge though still not favored,

The father of inventions, the backbone of a nation

You were the head of your family, a true demonstration-

Of intelligence, ingenuity, faith, strength,

and perseverance.

However, time waned on, and you were gone, neglecting your due diligence.

Where were you Mahogany King, where did you go?

We, as your Queens, have been looking for you high and low

You have been buried under bureaucratic laws,

Designed to break you, and only show flaws.

Chained up, yet again, but this time in all kinds of prisons,

Degraded, berated, broken down by indecision.

Shot at, gunned down, by those sworn to protect,

All too willing to put a knee to your neck!

At last Mahogany King we see you, You were around the whole time,

Waiting patiently in the shadows

For your chance to shine.

Please step out into the light,

For all the world to see your majesty.

Take a rest from your toils,

Savor a sweet sojourn from your plight.

Presently it is your time, Mahogany King,

To reap your reward, enjoy your spoils.

Yes, here you stand, proud Mahogany King,

Regal as ever, royalty made from despair. So straighten your crown and claim your throne,

Mahogany King you were always there.