Spirit Of Gor Poem by Felix Otiende

Who will tell tales about you?
The ones who know you, can't describe you
Did one's bonds become one's dedication?
Did the fire in Kogalo began by slaying?
Ramogi are healing praising
New cult, the Green commandos
People yearn for you;
As the dry land yearns for rain
You flow in your followers veins
They are known as drunkards
Forever you swing in their hearts
I believe the gods must be jealous
Your followers numbers increase daily
You calm their hearts will goals/cups and victories
Your followers are willing to lose everything;
Just to make you happy
Losing everything is their style
You always bring Joy.