Jostling Sights

The tallest man on the land leads
But his vision is short
Cut only to his crowns and clowns
How the people of the land must be proud
Building caskets for his departure
His plot, they continue to weave
Soon, maybe a rapture
Still, he continues to wave
Look to your right, to your left, below and above

How abundant his actions continue to yield
Fruits of his labour hanging above
Let all race to the field
To soak themselves in the honey
His royal majesty continues to hone
Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif
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