He was a story, all of history: A poem 

He was a limerick, a mighty trick 

He was magic, a brilliant wick 

He was a flame; know his game 

He was always, what he always became 

He is a story; all of history 

He is a tale, a stormy gale 

He was a lampoon, but much wisdom 

His avowed freedom was his kingdom 

What does it matter, maverick madhatter, 

how many lifetimes make you chatter? 

He couldn’t tell all these lying men, 

that as time went, he was Godsent 

And Jacob is a lion, as much as a cub 

You can erase Yakov, but he still rubs 

He was Solomon, he was justice 

He didn’t broker the fake armistice 

And even God is a flame in a shrub 

Manna falls for only an elite club 

He was Moses; how time flew 

Lord Ram came back, and no one knew 

The stones don’t speak, but stars remember 

There is always Jack in the coat of paint’s distemper