Roar...

Your roar ain’t loud he criticised,
But I don’t have a full head of mane was my excuse.
Quiet! stand tall, deep breath and free your rage,
Let it run out of its cage.
Let the sound echo in a distant age.
I want to hear hoofs of fear drumming,
Let the mountains and trees announce your coming.
For mother’s would call out to their young,
And babies would seek maternal shelter.
Even the unborn would try to escape from the womb where it’s safer, all out of fear.
Your feet approaches in silence and with stealth. Crushing leaves and twigs dare not make a sound under your feet.
But your voice darkens the cloud of the living as it is accompanied by Cerberus and Hades.
Mark your territory, you do not need to show up.
Train your voice, let it out, let it be echoed by the members of your house.


Mologe Emmanuel Ebi©
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