Evance Ombaka Biography

Neath this mound of swarthy earth
Lies twined with roots and stones,
The vanity of my flesh and bones.
Say what you may of my life's worth,
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I did much less than I was in need
Because I had by me a friend in deed
Until upon his door, not in jest
He left a note that said it all
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For the world I wear a robe and a mask upon my countenance
I am not what i seem with the laurel upon my head
Within is a covert identity, a fettered and yoked slave
serving the despot within,
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when the distance is long
and the will is no more strong.
The road seems just wrong.
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