Monday, September 17, 2012

Lion

I am watched with beady eyes
Captive to this primitive kind
Such insignificant morsels
Yet no place to hide
I am a king of kings
Where I come from
So I need to be released
I need to have my freedom
So here I pace 
Back and forth without end
Waiting for that day
To again feel the African wind
I am a proud lion
Not someone's pet
So set me free
Or live with this regret

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