Banyomo

In the village of whispers, where tales unfold,

There lived a man named Banyomo, brave and bold.

With eyes that held the wisdom of the ages past,

He observed the world, its shadows cast.

Banyomo walked with a steadfast stride,

Never letting disrespect tarnish his pride.

But as he stood tall, firm in his decree,

Whispers arose, "He's difficult," they decree.

Yet Banyomo cared not for the murmurs around,

For in his heart, true integrity he found.

He knew that to honor oneself was no crime,

Even if it meant enduring the test of time.

For when you refuse to bend and sway,

Others may label you in dismay.

But Banyomo knew his worth, his true name,

And in the face of adversity, he remained the same.

So let them call him difficult if they may,

For Banyomo knew the price he'd pay.

To stand with honor, unwavering and true,

Was the legacy he'd leave, through and through.