With a humble heart he took his place,
Bearing the weight of hopes and dreams cast away,
It is a duty he wore on his shoulders with pride,
Uncaring of his own plight, his own pain placed in second place.
He led the way, with the majestic strides of the African wild cat.

The first to pick up the mantel,
As inspiring as he was strong,
He led as he followed,
A legend was crowned, a hero came forth,
A king he played, a blessing he was.

It was no role, no stage of pretense he stood on,
A calling is what he fulfilled.
The love of the Great One he shared with those around him,
His purpose, written in the handwriting of the King of kings.
A people he was granted, a legacy he leaves behind.
The Black Panther, has been called home.

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