My son welcome to the fight club
Some call it a ring some call it an arena
My son be ready to smile with faces
Not hearts for hearts are odd here
My son be ready to ***** your
values for values are worthless here

Take it upon my word!
You will be reigned by deception,
Illussion will be part of you
inception will be at your finger tips
Vain promises will be at your lips
That is absolute truth

The game of deception
The game of dirt; No rules
Winner takes it all; for losers
Console themselves with despair
Double realm game
Double standards the way to go

Many contenders you will meet
With appealing chemistry of the mind
For days you will sit for ideas
Elite among elites you will be
The long waited nation builder!
People will remark.

A magnificent orator you will be
Eloquent with speech
Typical with thrilling slogans
Merciless wit in style
You will be a public figure
House hold name for generations

My son all that will be part of you
In fact your  make up to the eyes
Of the wise; For what is visible
Only blinds the eye.
Yours will be a plight
when your mask falls off

My son , you will be a man of
All seasons ,for  seasonal
men do not last.
Conflicting loyalties and convictions
Responsible! , you will be a family man
The nation will treasure in you a congress man

Sons and daughters under your roof
You will be a source of bread ,inspiration,
caution, joy and pride