SOLITARY LION



SOLITARY LION

 sheep, 
drawn weep, smear weak,
thou can’t the earth herd the lions, nor thy feeder shepherd.

shepherd, 
stone sit, wait, lower head bow,
thou can’t make do without sheep, ever herd thy sheep by the
brutal whip.

Lion,
yes lion, thou can think, feel, act,
Blow up and drive them out, stand so brave, boast thy freedom.
ao


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  1. UnknownMarch 4, 2020 at 11:31 PM

    Very nice poem - I want to have the energy, poise and power of the lion !

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