From the lands across the sea,
To the bottom of the ocean floor.
Dwells the spirit of an African nation.
By forces of Empire-building.
Living on the earth has made her strong.
Her inner light shines in the morning sun,
Like gold mined from the cavern of the Soul.
A presence resonates in her heart.
On her tongues, spewing from her pores.
She has reclaimed the lost spirit of an African nation
Blood mixed with all manner of people,
Bubbles to the surface,
Sizzles on an open flame
Burning for over two thousand years
Spent poison has been released
Like a covering over the earth
Shields life from the cold harsh climate of winter
Black Panther Nation is on the prowl
Coming out from the mountains and low lands
Finds a piece of earth
Settles in for the night
Awaits the morning
For its earthly forage.