The Lions by Julian Majestic beast, or so you've been named. Your stunning appearance, your long, flowing mane. Never saying a word, you constantly boast. For each and every kill you proudly toast. Alas you are truly a coward, amidst the prey you so easily overpowered. Every advantage to you nature has given, and to the occasion you've barely arisen. You feed on the unlucky, weakened and ill. You continue to feed til' your stomach is filled. It's life it practically allows you to take. For this I should think you are so great? What do you do with all of your power? Sleep under a tree, grow lazy and sour. Like a corporate millionaire calling his pride, on his own he could never survive. Consumer victims so eager to buy, Consumed by you with every uttered lie. To you, these creatures were meant only to exault, despite your inherent and blatant faults. I think you are nature's greatest error, despite all of whom might greet you in terror. Just as the beautiful woman might expect such applause, I suppose my loaded rifle...makes me exempt from natures laws. Julian Johnson 5 APR 03 Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 15-Apr-2008