A Wounded Lion.

(Bapak Vision 2020, this is the way I see it...)

Limping, finding solace under a shade

a lion's roar unheard, he was wounded

not by bullets into his skin

no arrows penetrated his veins

he was simply hurt by silence

of mates keeping their distance

he was lost in a hunting game

put down by blames

lamed into shame.

A wounded lion

remained a lion by name

and retained his lion's pride

in his dreams -

with his shoulder pulled back

head held high

he stood taller than all in the pack

he reigned majestically, with fire in his eyes.

But alas, even gazele came teasing

for a lion which lied there bleeding

was no more a lion king

and no one cared, if he was dying.

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