Treasure Island

Matt Ancient

(11 january 1985 / Africa)

Ordained by nature


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

Submitted: Thursday, April 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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