Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.21.34.100

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

In the midst of many lions he saw how they devoured those that remained just a bull,
So he built himself fiery horns that could stab lions to death to show he wasn't a fool,
He built great strength and endurance for himself while he still appeared cool,
He made so many friends and also made use of his intelligence as a fighting tool,
He built bridges to grab powers and climbed to the top using people as his stool.

He knew power was never to be served to him in any restaurant à la carte,
So he planted people as kings and office holders as a way of playing his cards,
He also found a way of empowering his pockets with loads of cash,
He gradually became powerful so he befriended his enemies for him to crush.

While others were resting on their oars he silently whispered power to his laps,
He made his enemies regaled in a phantom victory to make them deep in their naps,
In their dreams his victory was announced so their dawns were woken up by his claps.
They cried their tears dry and their wounds were bandaged in straps.

Now that the bull is roaring like the lion, all the lions are now fighting for a space in his heart,
They now alternate their journeys between the boulevard and the rock for their voices to be heard,
They showed him the holes of sufferings in their bellies to let him know that time is now biting hard,
They, the lions, are now on their feet to hail the bull as the most powerful lion on earth.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required