Born to parents he never knew.
Given an identity he never wanted
His face covered with a mask he did not choose
Life for him was a lie that never ended

The child in him
Imprisoned, beaten, and maltreated
was the first to die by his own hands
And now that the training was complete
He was ready to be the palace’s Secret wand

Fling flang flung
The blade cut the heads and the ropes handled the necks
he did not want to seem weak, so he accepted the fate he had

In his old age, just as he started, he died by his own hands
Chose the road he led people on
To finally find peace that could never be executed

Winniefred F. Gbemuotor