The Anicent Sport
THE ANICENT SPORT
In the ancient arena of the Gods sport,
Men and beast face off against death's final battle
To live or die.
The king of the wild lands, seeks freedoms calling,
He chokes at the rope of captivity, with the sharpened
Claws and jaws of death at his command.
Men heave to control him, to tame him, but he
Has tasted freedom's wind and roomed
Without chains heavy yolk.
Deny yearnings bequest, for that which
Lies within his heart, a noble creature,
Once a king amongst the beasts, he must
Be free or die inside.
A sacred statue stands in the desert,
It symbolizes Egyptian power and
Strength.
The sphinx the blending of lion and men,
Joined together in the arena of the gods,
Born to be free, are both in the kindred
Spirit, of the desire to live.
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