Roar & Peace
He lies lazily in the mid-afternoon
Sun:
Glorious mane dreadlocked, wizened eyes
Dulled.
Roaring words that make profanity
Blush
He has been like this for a while
Now:
Too tired to yawn, awake enough to
Know.
The king of the jungle, the pauper of the
World.
Snakes crawl through the dried, tall
Grass:
Inching ever closer to the lion
Limp.
They take little bites, and he thinks it's a
Kiss.
Camouflaged in a diplomatic
Suit,
Fresh bloodstains leave a guilty
Trail.
But the lion mistakes blood for
Honey.
He licks his own wounds, thinking how
Sweet.
But we look at blown-up busses, thinking how
Sour.
And snakes spew venom disguised as
Elixir.
They nibble away at lion and want a little
More.
“I’ll just give them my finger if they leave my
Hand.”
Today he walks around with a wooden stump for an
Arm.
Now his cubs begin to grow thin and
Gray.
He looks for a doctor, but they’ve all
Gone.
He holds his child, wondering how we came to
This.
It is the time for reckoning, does the lion
Arise?
Snakes don’t like war: cowards like to kill in
Peace.
It is time, time for the lion to show his true
Dignity.
The heavy smoke has now been cleared
Away.
He lies victorious in the mid-afternoon
Sun:
Roaring words that make humanity
Smile.
posted by jakeyology at 11:38 PM
5 Comments:
is israel the lion and the arabs the snakes?
how can you call an arab a snake?
so diplomatically incorrect.
is the last part a vision? a prophecy? a hope? an assumption?
the northern part of the lion is currently flealess, as most of them have migrated south for the summer. Odd enough it was the heat, not the cold, that drove them south.
it has to be a prophecy, humanity wont be smiling until the end of days..
The end contradicts the mood of the poem, but the poem is awesome... very visual and captivating.
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