Un poème monstrueux :
He has the strength of a small army
His knowledge surpasses all the great philosophers
Yet, he lives in a glass box
He has moved mountains, parted rivers, and crossed rivers
Yet, he grows weak from his inner pain
his confidence shines bright like the light form the lighthouse
His independence is strong as the oak tree in the storm
Yet his heart cries like the weeping willow, heavy from untold hurt and secrets
He is the provider, builder, and ruler of our nation
He praised for his good virture and success
Yet at the end of the day he weeps silently
For behind the strong wall that is him
Is a fragile life
Jermerico Lee