Matt Ancient

Rookie - 208 Points (11 january 1985 / Africa)

Ordained By Nature - Poem by Matt Ancient

Sticks and stones
can break bones
but my words
only creates tones

the tool of the wise
is his pen
the resting place of the lion
is it den
only a fool trust in his gun
and that is the difference
between the moon and the sun

i am a lion
but do not feed on flesh
i like to go natural
for it will just make me fresh

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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