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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The cowardly lion who has no heart, Who's roar speaks no volumes Therefore the Jungle takes no part, In recognizing his natural right As his lioness has always led his fight, He walks with no posture Untamed in his Maine, The monkeys that follow, Lead him to his Shame Becoming of laughter's, Hyenas on the side lines Watch as he follows, Demonstrating his puppet-ed ways As the Lioness who once was true, Despite the left behind Scars, Black and Blues Also watched as he fought himself, Leaving scars for which he dealt with himself Insufficient Lion, For the Cubs in which they bared, They to followed and began to fall, So she "roared" louder!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the pain bared when she bared, Rouse above all he did not possess Reminding him through her, he was given strength Reminding them through her, they took their first breathe Now that they have departed, From a land far from proud He mingles with a Cat, Co-mingled beside street rats They have no rein, Rightfully put in place Of an un-royal jester, Un-respected by the lioness Who shelters the only true love, Created during an un-realized state For she did not know her Lion, Was insufficient Because she was enough, To play both positions She roars for her gain, As he morphs into a snake Slithering his way, Trying to gain Positions to which, He has never been worthy He steps and he rests At the bottom of the food chain, Where he is the decay, where he shall remain For this lioness relentless, In pain she will maintain, Her rights to her domain
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