Mr. Lion moves swiftly
Moving towards the west
Where Aroma comes from
On the way he meets the ants
Who are his dearly aunts
Steps on them
Jarking past the torny bush
Woe!
Unto the poor Lion
Lands in a torny pit
Struggles here and there
This way and that way
Finally he makes it
Out of the pit
Ant kingdom feels pitiful
Not minding about the ridicule
Gets sad.............I mean sad
About what had happened
Happened to Mr .Lion
The journey to the west
still continues
Being the king of the jungle
He doesn't give up
On the way ,a crowd he meets
Complaining this and that
Aroma story chips in
The whole kingdom salivates
Asking the king to speed up
Mr............. quickens his legs
Within no minute
Gets close to the Aroma
Only a stride to the Aroma
"White hands" hands over
Salivating like a humble hyena
Calling his own family
The Cubs and the lioness
Running as their tails
Wipe in air
Being the king's heir
As they cry-a-smile
A lion share of the Aroma
Is banked in their accounts
Aroma to save the kingdom
The awaited Aroma by millions
The saviour of the kingdom
Grabbed by the king
Voted by millions
From the west Mr. Lion
Boards a dreamline jet
Landings at international ports
Saluting the guard of honour
And hugs the deputy
In a fleet of cars
Heads to state house
Not minding the rats
among others
Who are awaiting
For enbetterd lifestyle
Eight months later
The awaiting crowd
Still waits
For waiting is theirs
meant...... meant for them
There for the poor
Here comes Mr. Lion and company
There to accompany
The king to the countryside
He sweet-talks the crowd
Though some don't accept
Those who have known him
Are given their tickets
To meet their maker
Is Mr.Lion rich?
Grants,aids and loans
There to reach
Epitome!Epitome!
Of poverty
In Africa
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