Black Jesuz (sonnet 2)

The World Is Yours
You won the War to end all Wars
despite the uproar from the Lions
without a roar
One who leads from the front
Never seen a King who does His chores
Owning everything from Castles
to the sand that children build their
sandcastles out of at the shores
An outcast as a Young Duke
His Father disowned Him,
called Him a fluke
They never saw Him coming like the flu
The African Emperor, the Zulu Messiah