An Angel Without Wings

Alpha Male - Poem by An Angel Without Wings

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

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Comments about Alpha Male by An Angel Without Wings

  • Allemagne Roßmann (9/17/2011 4:42:00 PM)

    Very poignant write..well said (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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