The beauty of Wakanda

Is slain upon his prime

How are the mighty

Fallen in the midst of the pandemic

And the weapon of vibranium perished

I am distressed for you, Chadwick

Your inspiration for us was transcendent

Surpassing the motivation of superheroes

The cold hand of death

Has rested upon the King

Who brought hope to the oppressed

And restored self-confidence to the bullied

Oh death! Where is your sting

Oh cancer! Where is your power

You wrestled with the one

Who brought pride to melanin

Now he’s gone like

An athlete dying young

Resting like other heroes

Who sought to bring dignity to humanity

But even more glorious

He is resting in the bosom of his creator

Haven fulfilled the purpose

For his existence

I am happy for you, Chadwick

For your soul finally escapes

The misery and bad business

That take place on this earth

You will no longer wake

To hear that beloved brother / cousin

Has been wasted

By those meant to protect them.

Its with tears in our eyes

Great sorrows in our hearts

And empty big shoe to fill

That we celebrate your life- well spent

And triumphant exit from the burden of this world

To the beautiful mansion of the Father

Till we meet again,

Rest in power

King T’Challa🙅‍♂️

Dr. Boseman Chadwick

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