FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL

LION, THE KING?

LION, THE KING?


Don’t tell me I am the king.
You have snatched from my hand,
My kingdom, o’er which I ruled,
The sprawling forest land.

Man, you are the usurper
Of all my royal rights.
You have killed my army in
The unequal gun fights.

My subjects are no more mine;
You rule even o’er them.
When you come to the jungle,
You cause so much mayhem.

You trap me to sell my skin,
My nails, my bones, what not?
Then you call me jungle king!
Is it not a lie hot?



· Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
13 March 2006