The lion is dead,
The king has fallen,
Calls of the animals can be heard.
Hyenas shriek,
The mother is mourning,
Yet the zebras
And the antelopes
Rejoice.
An empty carcass is left,
organs spilled out in the dry grasses,
though the Lion's nerves
still breathe.
A major predator
teased,
bullied,
mocked his prey,
And now he pays the price.
Its not too long
before the ants and the insects invade,
First the spilled organs,
Then the fur and tail,
And lastly the eye sockets
All while the animals cackle
Laugh, watch, thrive
And what does the lion feel?
Pain, regret,
though the mistakes he made cannot be fixed.
The crowd among him is delighted,
Happy from the sight,
And we call ourselves more sophisticated,
but we're more like them than you think.
Predator versus prey,
Thats how the world is.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
