Recognising your existence

Like any other child - on this day He was born.
The ordinary tends to apply;
Humanity had already established 'collectivity'
Somehow denying him the right to
Demonstrate potential he hides in him -

Instinctively, he distinguishes statistics from Pythagoras
And Innuendo from Secularisation -
One needs no lenses to appreciate his innate capacities
Yet, humanity is yet to discover this young talent

November third marks his coming into the great universe;
Placing him second in his great family
But was this child to be second in life?
Pen pinned down he advocates that no human is subordinate to another -
Thus raising his head to reclaim his rights of a first-born

 Surely, he has entered the assembly of first borns
Where the oil is abundantly spread on hearts.

Hungry for more, he has since been digging into
Deep conscience -
Battling with thoughts more so like mighty winds
In his attempt to make a way to concreteness

On this day he celebrates, his birthday
Members of the cohort
Raise and join their voices to his
To joyously sing ensemble
To the heaven, and proclaim:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMEON!