HumbleLion's Poems

Hail to the lands, the people and most to their God. There shall ever and ever be flourishing seasons on the land. Day shall never always be day or tomorrow ever cease to come.    For we believe in the dreams of the children to surely come to pass. With the RED, our dreaming shall always be full of new dreams. For the Lord our God promised to prevail against our foes. Our forefathers are the true heroes of time.

The land as one handy work of the Lord is not bare in any form. Mother Earth is in deed a rich queen. Gold, metals and rocks all reside in the heart of mother earth. But mind you riches are not a stigma or poverty a tail. So, our YELLOWS must always be held firmly from falling too low or flying too high. Yes! It is where our treasure lies.

Fertility is efficient in the heart of mother earth. She gives back in folds what has been sowed in her heart. She keeps us in all manners. Hunger or poverty, she fights like a soldier in battle. Oh! Mother Earth, you are so kind that we live on you while our life is still GREEN as you keep the green plant alive. Lord God of mercy, the land is Life.

Hope is a very good weapon. It tells you defeat is not the monopoly of one man. It comes your way to help you through the challenges you encounter in life. The BLACK we have in our colors is the fact that the human race must be hopeful. The day shall surely come to pass as far as there is night. Yes! The battle must still be the battle until there is no more time by our side.

Yes! It shall all come to pass what has been said about the children. As days turn into weeks, then into months and also into years, we shall by all means reach our targeted destinations. Hope is all we need now for it does not exist as the other works of the Maker our Lord.

                                                                            HUMBLE LION