O' king, whom you are a king of all kings in the kindoms that earth made.
Your diminions dominted
As your language spread and expanded.
And it coils like stranded.
Through white and black, it was embedded.
Between races your culture is infused.
Allowing no one's culture to be difused.
It happened before and has not ended.
Between your forefathers and what they granted.
I am a man with some words on his tongue.
Each word contains a vogue
To enquire about the voyage
Through transparency, which lead to true fancy
Why do we still have slavery?
Why do you still walk to our feet in a slippery?