The Cowardly Lion
The cowardly lion who has no heart, Who's roar speaks no volumes
Therefore the Jungle takes no part, In recognizing his natural right
As his lioness has always led his fight, He walks with no posture
Untamed in his Maine, The monkeys that follow, Lead him to his Shame
Becoming of laughter's, Hyenas on the side lines
Watch as he follows, Demonstrating his puppet-ed ways
As the Lioness who once was true, Despite the left behind Scars, Black and Blues
Also watched as he fought himself, Leaving scars for which he dealt with himself
Insufficient Lion, For the Cubs in which they bared,
They to followed and began to fall, So she "roared" louder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the pain bared when she bared, Rouse above all he did not possess
Reminding him through her, he was given strength
Reminding them through her, they took their first breathe
Now that they have departed, From a land far from proud
He mingles with a Cat, Co-mingled beside street rats
They have no rein, Rightfully put in place
Of an un-royal jester, Un-respected by the lioness
Who shelters the only true love, Created during an un-realized state
For she did not know her Lion, Was insufficient
Because she was enough, To play both positions
She roars for her gain, As he morphs into a snake
Slithering his way, Trying to gain
Positions to which, He has never been worthy
He steps and he rests
At the bottom of the food chain, Where he is the decay, where he shall remain
For this lioness relentless, In pain she will maintain, Her rights to her domain
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2016
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