Louis Egbe Mbua
And then the fool found rare gold
In his house it was not found
Because understands him not
The concept of morality;
Mutual consent he knows not
Since he knows but force savage
In execution;
Like an untamed beast living
Wild in the grassy plains, Africa’s
Gaming life athletics thrive.
Lions with arrayed leisured lives
Ordered in stepped hierarchy,
Organised for the survival
Of curious cubs;
Lioness the colour of pride,
A resemblance of real gold,
The fearless lioness as wise,
No fool but to feed her cubs,
And at rare times the young cubs,
The pride kills in ignorance but
So so ndolo*;
Do the young ones experience?
And rejection they know not.
Like pure gem do they prosper?
Alert! In their boundaries;
They defend with untamed pride
The last inch of ground they do
In savage style;
Attacks on their sworn enemies,
Ferocious in their gapped dens,
Playful are the agile cubs,
Catwalk the preying practice;
Grooming and silent bonding
His created nature, the lion
Is not a fool!
*Always love
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