Once upon a time long ago
A slave ran from his master,
Who was a cold and cruel man
They sought him but he was faster.
He reached the forest where
A lion was bleeding in pain,
The lion had a nail on his paw
So he went to him being insane.
And took the throne out softly
The lion unexpectedly went away,
Without harming the poor man
Helping others won't hurt, they say.
The next morning the master
Came to hunt in the forest,
He caught a lot of animals and even
The slave was caught with the rest.
To punish the disobedient slave
The master left him in the cage,
Of a hungry and wild lion
Captured yesterday full of rage.
The slave who was awaiting death
Found that the lion was the same,
From the forest, he is also caught
The wound must take the blame.
He rescued the lion from there
And all the others who were caught,
While their hunger was fulfilled
By the people whom they fought.
This is how the poor slave
Saved his life and the others,
And those who hurt the innocents
Got their parts of the curse.
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Poet's note
Hey reader,
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