sculpted by magical
hands , he sits on
his royal throne on
timeless sand
people drop a coin
for the nameless
sculptor art begs
too from culture
an irony you must
sensitively soothingly
understand man lives
by the sweat of his
brow wants needs
demands .within
the grain of a sand
lies the mystique of
our beloved motherland
politically ravaged
torn asunder by those
corrupt ruling hands
dedicated to sarah.
a beggar poet's last stand
