Hooves for foot prints
A claw for a tongue, sharpened words dispersed
Cutting at the lung, shortened breathes are rehearsed
Swift with the stride of the cheetah, paw like steps
The king of the jungle stands alone with no regrets
Retrospect is death, looking back suggests weakness
Respect is just jest when there is no one to witness
Pride pushes impulse; he begins the showcase of colors
No place is safe when he bothers to spread his feathers
To impress is to breath and the air is so thick he chokes
But he’s blind to his shadows…in fact he doesn’t think that he boasts
His self gluttony consumes and its presumed
He thinks of no one here besides the one being assumed
She’s a rose watered by heavenly tears
A beautiful pose altered by an enemies fear
Wearing friendly clothes Disguised as a peer
From the top, at the edge she leers
A complete opposite, for the people she cheers
spinning in innonces,her stare free from jeer
The conquest is sweet the taste is palpable it consumes
No contest with ease she took the bait; calculable for doom
Survival odds minimal…idle gods don’t have a stake in this ritual
Running wild through her landscape with intent to retrace
Her physical belongs to the apes running around in capes
Those who waste the innate gift she immolates
man has a tasted for destroying what nature has built
So it’s only natural man will eventual watch himself get killed
When animals convene plots of grandeur from dirt
Mother earth stains her heart she so proudly wears on her shirt.
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