Sonnet to the Wakanda King: Chadwick Boseman
A man had returned to the dust!
His friends had called to check on him
On this twenty-eight of August.
Not knowing he was a victim.
The night before, all three of them:
Greg Reid, Javon, and Michael B.
Knowing he was for them a gem,
Made sure, at home, he had to be.
Now, did they know he was dying
Or did they say "Bye" just in case!?!
The next day, they would be crying.
That day, the world had lost a man,
Black Panther who can't be replaced
was no other than Chad Boseman!
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