I Am The Lion

I am a
Savage
Or so
They say
But the question
Arises:
Who are “they” anyway
I am the lion
Let me
Tell my
Own story
Stop
Judging my
Purpose in
The dim
Light of
Small-minded
Prey
My presence
Is The creator
On display
I am no
Stupid savage
I am
Simply not
Weak
My swagger the
Walk of
Royalty
No need to
Speak
My stride talks
For me
My roar only
A yawn
Caught between
My teeth
I am the lion
Telling my
Own story
My majestic
Untethered and
Escaping me
Intelligent because
Unlike “they”
I only hunt
When I have
Need
My pride
The only
Thing
Concerning me
Building
Up my
Legacy my
Wealth in
The
Wild
Where
I
Am
King
I am the lion
Telling my
Own story
I don’t
Bother
Nobody but
You hunt
Me
Your fear
Shining in
Hate filled
Eyes
Your words
Slick with
Lies told
On top Of
Lies
Your weapons
Pointed
At what
Should
Be
Free
Your desire
Not to know
But
To enslave
Me
Make
Me tame
Enough for
You to find
Peace
But I am the lion
Telling my
Own story
My teeth bared
Not scared
To make the
World bleed
My
Pride
Undenied
We are
History
I make history
See
I make
History
I am the lion
This is
My story

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