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
Toou young to die. ;(
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Really sad to see him leave this early but God knows the best!🙏
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Davina!
I sincerely appreciate this🤍🦅
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Lovely write-up!!!…rest on King 👑
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Thank you, Sir!
I really appreciate this🦅
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