Published in elizaPress Eclectic Anthology Series, No. 5, FREEDOM, August, 2007
The lion roars while the lamb bleats. He paces and prowls, savoring the kill. I would like to roar. I hate this bleating. I want to see them quaking in fear. I have not the claws to rip and tear, nor teeth to devour the roaring lion. So I must be wise and follow the Shepherd who slays the beast and gives me rest. I need not bleat but praise the one who causes the lion to lie down by the lamb.
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