But what is man, but an insignificant insect in my dominant domain?
A wasteful clan, pernicious and prejudicious roaming the open plain…
Using a destructive plan, a killing machine building their festive feasts,
Invading the Sudan, hunting for their prey calling me, the King of beasts.
Am I not an animal, only killing when I hunger to feed the restless pride?
And a lion lacrimal, for I also shed tears when I lose my bar caged bride…
A fading fractional, our dominance diminishing amidst the wilderness wing,
A feline fallible upon extinction, but for this direful day, I’m still the King.
Background music: African chanting
Voice: Male Virtual Voice
Music at the end: Maroon 5-'Animals'
Free verse or Rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
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