King of the Jungle
When Simba roars,
his den of lions go cheetah white lie
crouching tiger kill for him
His regal, imperial mane
flows on his neck
like a Roman waving flag
Simba paws walk on
sycophant legion fealty
He demands servile porcelain alabaster loyalty,
as he sits on
an ivory throne
of greed nobility
King of the jungle ...
surveys all he sees
His expanding Tiberius kingdom
is his manifest cerulean destiny
Simba the white lion
has hungry indigo eyes,
which Caesar circle the seas
Insatiable appetite ... he must eat
Take the lion share ...
let the gazelles roam democratic grazing free,
until the next voter feeding time
Simba roars his white lies loudly,
with Tarzan dictator authority
Hear the war drumbeat roars —
King of the jungle speaks
predator words of peace and prosperity
But the carnage sounds
in the jungle background
suggest otherwise
For the king of the jungle
has ravenous jaws and bloody paws
Leaving a Darwinian trail
of carcasses half-eaten, and bones gnawed
Simba the white lion
pounces on negligent pray unsuspecting
He saber-tooth mouth crucify chew all caul dreams
Simba the white lion
devours with Cain guile
all Abel-body Calvary chivalry
Today, gazelles be running
in the global savannah, carelessly
Tomorrow, they be resting
in the belly of the beast
The next day after ...
the king of the jungle sleeps —
Dreaming of nothing,
but to hunt and eat
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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