The Lions Still Roar

Proving that water can be just as thick As the red blood in the bloodstream We beat the drums ever louder The cats still mew but in absence of guilt The dogs still bark not in present of goodness The owl still hoots for clarification of their kind Pregnant cloud continues gathering to honour the earth Whilst black vultures still sing beside the Mighty River nkporo in honour to the world of carcass Recall the ancient magic of the Ohafians Those with human heads on their heads dancing Our skins colour represent braveness not weakness We are still black, we roar in the forest of life Overthrowing what they said in the past we are the black, we roars more than the white we are blacks, black in the heart, black in nature The food we eat are black and our music black Nothing changes about who we are yet when We roar the earth shake in horror Does any one knows the yam that will be pick Last in the barn of life after the great tribulation? Our lives, once a thorny alarm in their hands Desperately won and torn apart in absence of gut We've seen a crack emerged, a crack from the colonizers We've come face to face with tomorrow in fear Then we fell and failed many times in their hands But the lions still roar with no weakness We are still black, the elephants of the forest We roar not in vain but in accomplishment of our aims