A Poem
7/02/24 - Super Eagles
Lions stride on paws
Eagles soar on forte
Ages passed, not a stone turned
or wind hallowed in retribution for our sake
on the mighty who cursed our bellies to growl,
our eyes to tear, and from the land to flee
So dumb assumed us of the ancestors
For how could they lay still in dust
While their legacy soil
If they did put in a good word for our freedom regain,
their best hand they should slap unto the skulls of the mighty
The night hovered awakening the Lion in the jungle,
On his toes he stood,
Marking for himself, the Eagle's wing,
On knees kins pled for triumph
Their gods they prayed and spirits invoked
With racing hearts, their beats atone
One purpose, a vision fixed on the scoreboard
In penality chase, the Lion raved
The battlefield set on his court
Yet not a million chase could afford him a leap to clip the Eagle on his fangs
For in the court, the ancestors roared louder than the wind
So the Eagle could soar higher to the sky.
C.
