In The Jungle 1

In the jungle, I can be called bambuni’s cousin I drop metaphors, like chimpanzee. In the jungle, I can be called king of the jungle I roar alliteration, like a lion And in the jungle, I am called the daughter of king cobra I rhythmaze rthyme, like black mamba In the jungle, We can be called pathogen mosquitoes We spread art through words, like arthropods. And in this jungle, They are pathos who spit lines from unknown galaxy And their work speak louder, like a scorpion. In this jungle art is the programmed figurative language Speakth the mental emotion oozes of our culture This poetry is a trip to a patriotic Zambia In this jungle, Warriors run up and down to balance the usage of their education They want to be the true legendary in art