Lion’s Story

One day it shall be the lion’s turn
to pick up the pen
and tell its side of the story,
Then the hunter
you will learn he is a coward
who hid behind the tree.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
they will only side with their kind.
Oh they will say
the hunter is old
But the poor lion has lost his home.

The lion will wail
for he has lost its pride
that now hangs on the hunter’s wall
his children will weep
for they believe their parent is not wrong at all
But what do the children know
that the hunter one leg in his grave
is still plotting his final kill.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
The oppressor cries foul
while oppressed are further silenced
Oh they will say
the hunter is old
But the poor lion has lost his home.

The lion writes fearlessly
for it has lost all that it could
not afraid of dying.
But lion roars refuses to go down
without a fight.
The hunter boasts of his younger son
He knows all about lions he brags
Lion sees cowardice in his eyes
the son will only strike at night.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
the hunter’s son has
never walked the forest
still dreams of being the king
While forests see it all

The lion can tear apart the man’s heart
and leave their futile body
to the vultures
It doesn’t even seek their dark soul
and their venomous heart
But hunter’s son, true to his filthy blood
will attack the lion
with treachery.
Maybe he will kill the lion
the lion will not go down
without its side of the story.

The lion knows
the humankind is hopeless
and dies laughing at their false pride.
The forest burns itself down in pain
And the hunter dies in the fire of his rage.



And the smoke rose

Ashes flew

Fires raged in the snow

Everything burned

I liked how the world around me

smelled at that point

We ran away further into the forests

with our secrets

His ice cold hand held against my mouth

couldn’t suppress my sobs

So he pressed his lips against mine

Tears poured down

They were around determined to get us

as we hid right next to them

They look all over

Forgetting to look within themselves

They came for our lands

and our people

Our skins didn’t match

Oh what a great sin

We stood still

locked in an embrace

They shot in the air

Vowed to return

Couldn’t stand the cold

Came to douse our fire

When they left

we returned to the fire

Ashes flew

But the flames dulled down

My skin glistened and so did his eyes

Undone, undressed, I walked to burn

And he followed

A li’l warmth in the ground

an ocean of heat in the heart

We consumed each other

While snow consumed the fire

He buried his face between my legs

and I roared

I pulled his mind back to my face

I slapped him hard and caressed his face

Kill me now I pleaded

And he held my hair

he tore apart my skin

the night was coming to an end

And they’d come back in the daylight

But we will light a new fire

Only this time their ashes will fly

on my face.