The Black Panter Poem by muhammed olarewaju abdulraheem

under the sun we generate our wealth
in the day around the dried ground
we slept read and merry
for the next day maybe dread and sorrow
we believe without expectation
we wake up every day like tomorrow is not coming
source for food while roaming the bush

but after the food we become ignorant
not only to the nature but also who we are
thinking about the material world
not thinking of how powerless we have been some hours ago
not thinking of how we are going to feed tomorrow
the death and the unborn agony never reach our souls
now we control who we are
and the power is the drum that serve our dancing step

then the nature moan the character of his son
not knowing how to stop the whole loss
bring me down and i will stay like clown
nature feeling is paining and displeasing
now or never will relieve me
then the confusion is not appealing
nature" but will i have kill and bury my own future"
emotion with so much rejection feel the nature

then we write to tell the nature that we are the one
cleaning the nature problems with our word of melody
creating rehabilitation for the future
resurrecting the ability of a devotee
ending the killing and pain of displeasing
today we witness the cry of nature no more
then the end belong to us the pen writer