He was born to my Father
As my esteemed brother
He chose an illuminating career
As a budding lawyer
He had a great ambition
To be a politician
He aimed at every high
As a fulltime esquire
He trained under their seasoned feet
As a faithful sheep
He parried and rallied and tarried
As a man not in a hurry
He then leapt into the Jubilee
As a man with a pedigree
He rose to the highest possible degree
As a man with varied degrees
He ascended his cherished ambition
As an ambitious politician
I was born to his Father
As his beloved brother
I chose not as my eternal career
To be a noble lair
I dreaded that vocation
As a practicing technician
I lived in modest quietude
As a man stuck in a lonely solitude
I trained inside a library
As a man does in works literary
I tarried but also hurried
As a man in a hurry
I posed with poise in a potpourri of similes and hyperboles
As a man of prose and poetry
I stayed on course
Knowing the cause for my course
I prayed myself hoarse
To remain in the chosen course
I succumbed to inky pens
I inked pinkish sheets
I tingled with sleepy eyes
I singled out curious minds
I ended at an envisioned mission
As a venerable poetrician
But he lost his bearing
As a man visibly veering
He strayed off course cheering
He suffered from a crisis of morality
He succumbed to a seared conscience
He played a role
To decapitate the whole truth
He chose to participate
To disintegrate the state of the Nation
He arrived at an unenviable station
As an honourable politrician
