My Saviour, The Slave Master Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FEEGH IIJKL MNOLPQ IRSG

Beautifully he clothes himselfA
A god glory he must deserveB
Creatively the maker made himC
call him a masterpiece when filmD
He is that perfect handmaidE
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A lord of weath he doth not makeF
An unsmart ruler of the smartE
Father to the ones he unfatheredE
Master of failed promisesG
Call him a baron of incompetenceH
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He is a faithful liarI
Wow to the believer of a flierI
All road made but death trapsJ
Mass employment with food crumbsK
Call him a creative word artisanL
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How cruel is his kindnessM
Foreign trips for medicalN
Whereas he build world class hospitalsO
Patron of far educationL
With world class schoolsP
Underneath mango trees at homeQ
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All hail my slave masterI
Lord of mind gamesR
Evil intentions shrouded in goodwillS
How wasteful it is to flock dead horsesG

Esangha Possible
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