Sad Lions
Sad lions set in Moscow stone
Watch motion streams
With lips so pulled and long
They follow people flows
Sad faces, smiles, tears and laughs
Fragments glum or grey
Sad lions sucking on spaghetti strands
Flags and symbols changed and rulers come and gone
Sad lions droop in mournful pose
Other creatures pompous proud
Puffed fat as bloated toads
Blank-eyed, hurry past
With thoughts of car parks underground
Or penthouses
And towers higher than in Shanghai
Higher than in Dubai
Their lions would be gold
The haughty sort to guard the doors
For mannered faces be the mirror glass
It wouldn’t be a Moscow thing to play
At being lions, stretch one’s lips in sorrowed pout
But then again, the merchants and the nobles
Perhaps stayed young at moments in their day
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