The lion king's the alpha male,
The one who rules his pride
And he's the one who mustn't fail,
The one who must preside...
The cubs are princes, still unscarred,
Untested for a while,
Not called upon to play their part,
No wonder they still smile...
But time moves on and cubs will grow,
To roar with all their might,
As if to let their parents know
In time, their future's bright...
So parents watch the young guns more,
Teach hunting skills each day,
Reducing every foolish flaw,
To help them catch their prey...
The lion king's the alpha male,
For now, but not for long,
Perhaps one prince will blaze a trail
And prove he's just as strong...
For princes wait their destiny,
The chance for everything!
Not knowing yet who's meant to be
The future rightful king!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'African Princes'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem