Three men, one legacy, one-hour thrones:
the common await their nearing fall. Trading
words not for women, sports and anatomy
provoke debate, even war. Tenured skin holds
endless wisdom, while eager young wallow in
familiar woes, centuries old. Some enter as
savages, but they always depart as men.
*A kwansaba is seven lines of seven words, with each word containing not more than seven letters.