The Day You Let the Lion Out
It was the trophy hunt that played you out
In deafening degrees,
This video-invention of yourself revealed –
A theatrical display that formed the day,
A message of power, the plug-and-play
Of your most infamous hour
There was no prelude, no tribal peace
You ruled the jungle – you, the King
Of all the living things
Fools that they were, yet still they had the means
To foil the brimming scheme
So spectacular to its day – your grand
Safari of ambition, ranger man
The hunt was in your hands
Taking cover in a stand you scoped the prey
– the kill was underway
Stalking from afar you teased them out
And played them all for rubes –
Accomplishing an arsenal without a clue
You kept them in the dark, while you
Enlightened your black heart
And idly stoked your gleaming tools
You sprang from your blind
And moved in quick with claws extended
– soon your lust for blood was ended
Then time slowed down as lightning flash
As you became the bullet to the glass
Whose fragile peace was shattered in a rout
The day you let the lion out –
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