Ode To The Black Panther
In a blank page of a tattered diary
the history was scripted with blue ink
buried with gravel to prevent kitty, puppy and Anabelle not to disperse it.
Once upon a time In the blue moon
there live a young black panther
In midst of wolves and coyotes.
Like a palm frond
whirling wind keep twirling his feet
as life becomes too hard in an ocean of shark
He was bred to see the beauty of skylines
While wondering where his ancestor goes
whenever Mr Grim reaper rips off their darling souls.
His mentation couldn't extinguish the flame
Of the rhetorical question
burning up his thinking ability
he utilized short-time smiles
to ease up his thought-filled mind.
Day becomes night friend
as dusk keep getting engaged with Dawn .
He crawls out of his crusty shell
to take the account of his forefathers myth
His trepid treble voice growls like a wild dog
and his peggy fangs become a sword .
He trailed his shadows footsteps
to the land where histories were enclosed
in a lifetime trance
and like a sorcerer, he embark on a quest
to unveil the spell casted on his race
from the January's generations.
He climbed up the shapeless plain hill
Of life with a firm determination to reach the crest
He wield his Excalibur to cut off disdain and afflictions
he held onto his father's word as a mantra
to rise up his droopy feelings ;
"Boy Live to fight the odds
Odds live to frighten the Boy
Boy fight, boy conquer the odds
Odds conquer boy when he stops fighting"
Countless strokes of rain downpour on him
as sickness paid him homage in troops
Still like a morning sun,
He rise up to face the frowning world
with two goals lying on his heroic heart
To win and To rewrite history
He Is The Black Panther!
Dedicated to Yahya Gimba (The black panther)
©Iamteazhy
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