Pusillanimous Lion Poem by Juneil Sechico

Roaring with a bunch of fears,
Poor lion smiles with tears,
Heavy cloud covers his sight,
Hinders from winning his fight.

In the jungle he is king,
Yet he doesn't know his name;
Prisoner of his own prison,
Crying out for emancipation.

Authorized to rule the jungle,
Yet own puzzle he can't handle;
A prey of his own self,
Wishing for someone could help.

He is strong yet he is weak,
He is well yet he is sick,
He is someone yet he is none;
Poor lion can't shine like a sun.