His Path Poem by Markus Kwila Kitibo

His Path



While the day was still tender
Cool Monday of pretty September
There comes a huge child
The world not conducive
He got nature's task

Every passing light challenging
Like Eagle he keep on soaring
Crawling over his peers
A little play come tears
Yes, the lion of lokwila

A little while she vanished
The world so wild
Keeping on hard path-way
Body and soul must stay
The task not yet

Up the ladder I push
With mixed feelings I rush
The bearing counting a lot
I will get to the point...
To defend and protect

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Markus Kwila Kitibo

Markus Kwila Kitibo

Dadiya, Gombe State, Nigeria
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