We shall strive above them, but we'd degenerated into a rout just before we fought.
they laughed against our obvious sporadic weakness, like a hijacked air-force one, we're defenseless.
where's the roar of this wild lion of pride?
has he been aged in the circus cage?
no, he's just been too busy serving it's master proudly.
as if she's a sabertooth, the tiger's master showed her fake jaws to petrify the poor old conquered lion easily.
disgracing all the jungle folks.. now he's dying as he's smothered by his own abused great yet vanquishable power.
08-10-10
Faris Gibran
