My Mother, The Lioness Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

MY MOTHER, THE LIONESS.
What a lioness my mother is
Among the lions, she prowls around
Strong among the proud in the pride,
Nurtured me the favourite of her cubs
Till I'm consecrated a Nazirite;
My cup overflows with the anointing down
My glorious dark mane.
I learned to rise early and roar loudly.
She taught me to lie in wait and encroach,
Bravely hunt my prey and hurt my hunters,
That fire in her eyes and bone, I've caught
Till my attacks are much fiercer than hers.
I devour men, their soul I greatly harvest;
Break down their strong hold, devastate cities,
At my roar the strong tremble, the weak strengthen.
Tales of me reach nations then traps are set,
The Spirit of my Father makes me pass over,
For billions are my spoils filling his barn.
On that largest territory I'm enthroned king
Because my mother is the bravest of lioness.
CHIDI CECE
©14-07-2014