The Black Panther.
A wild one
Full of rage.
A big one
Filled with bravery.
He who owns the mounts
The preys in fear they stunts.
A strong one
Fierce.
In his cubicle
A soul so gentle
Down the hill
His grave is settled
After a long battle of victory
He lost and won.
Conquering the conquest
Ending the long quest.
The people,
The predators and the preys
All sing in unison
A song of songs
Of psalms and hymns
Of dirges and tributes.
“Home.
Home away from Home”
There the soul lies
And the spirit lives.
The Black Panther
Chadwick the Boseman.
-Ayòbámi
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