King of the African jungle; golden and strong
The pride is his, he has control
as is his mane he shall live long
his leadership he must show
all life is, is a battle of will
intruders have to go through him
he is there for the kill
locked in a fight for life
the fight will continue
raging and tearing
one will be reduced to bone and sinew
until surrender or death
surrender is not an option anymore
the alpha male gene is far to strong in both
adrenaline running straight from their core
not so much a battle of will now
strong jaws collapsing into flesh
blood pouring on the sun-soaked ground
no time to think or even take a breath
muscle against muscle, both fight for all
strength only lasts so long
one slowly losing control
the battle rages on and on
exchanging blows back and forth
over the edge they fall
twisting and fighting still
those on top waiting for the call
the ground rushes up to meet them
the weak one will not stand
the other turns and walks away
it is over, the weak one will soon become as sand
the alpha lion, king of the jungle has conquered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant write..well said