At nineteen he became Ras Tafri,
At thirty-eight “Might of the Trinity”.
In 1936 he was a cipher…
Then, the conquering lion of Judah!
He died, I am told, in a parking lot
But then does any human truly die?
For all I know, he still enjoys his wat.
Who knows the location of Mount Zion?
While his new flower smells like Vicks to me
And the wise gnomes of Zurich claimed his gold,
I salute HIM, while there is still time , you see
For Africa, his vision to unfold
Tafari Makonnen (1892- ?)
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