There is a sad lion on the plains of Africa.
He was once a symbol strong, of power and of courage;
A force to be reckoned with, and not to be discouraged.
He left, at a moment of maturity, the unit of his birth.
He travelled far and wide, a nomad searching for a home.
Feeling as though he'd ever wander, until he found his own.
He found himself among a group of lions.
So Fierce, stubborn, and strong
He was happy, whole, and vital not invisible in the throng.
He had a family new, and watched it grow so mighty.
Based on teamwork, solidarity, and friendship; nothing could compare
To this lovely group of lions, who tried to live without a care.
Then another group of beasts, they came, to challenge the lion and his friends
With clubs they came and beat him, and left with nothing gained.
They left them there all in tatters, only further to be pained.
His injuries were severe, his face a terrible mess
So the game wardens came to intervene,
and take him from his Team
He's now so far away, taken from his Pride.
Hopeful, but uncertain, of the picture that's far to wide.
No comments:
Post a Comment