The Lion Untamed Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

They were lions before me
And I their cub shall roar untamed till the sun sets on me

And the echoes never ending as it'll rebound from near and distant enclaves
As it goes forth anew from the wider mouth of my sun rising from the east anew.

From the eastern shore of the magnificent Ethiope
I spread o'er far and away distant shores
And though I loss mundane sight of her,
I ain't losing mental sight of her.

Mama, keep your hearth a blazing:
I'll be back to hear you a singing
The corn by the hearth a roasting.
Them great old stories a telling
And once more the adventurer goes a sailing.