The Lion Doesn'T Sleep Tonight
His eyes
Dulled by years
Of iron bars and cold hard ground
Paces in circles
Looking but never seeing
Past the cage that holds his soul
First one way
Then another
Worn, torn and beaten by time
While those who come to look
And gaze at this king
Say
What a magnificent beast
What a beautiful animal
But all that really remains
Is a coat of skin
And sad shrouded eyes
Pacing day and night
In never ending circles
First one way
And then
Another
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