A Docile Lamb Among Roaring Lions
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me;
I resist to become one of them:
look at crazy Jacob.
he runs a mouth found in a public pub
which is filthier than the mouth of Sam:
ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers!
If villains of all kinds
menace the meek ones
to adopt their awful ways:
they'll fail to entrap me!
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me...
I am contrary
to their perception;
threaten me,
and I'll respond accordingly!
If they sling stones,
I'll shoot arrows:
who's mightier than me?
A docile lamb sleeping
gives no warning signs,
when anger suddenly strikes;
jeering faces showing invincibility
will freeze their frantic irony;
no battle ground, so frightening,
is ever won without a strategy:
a steel armor can fend off enemies!
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