Alpha Warrior Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Alpha Warrior



He stood high with sword above his head,
All men that opposed him were now quite dead.

As victor, all lands, jewels, and females now belonged to him,
Any opposition and disagreement were regarded as sin.

This was how the ruling alpha male saw the world,
The difference between primate and primitive was now unfurled.

Quite quickly he decapitated all who were different than,
Now there's no one left to tell me how wonderful I am!

Sunday, June 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sword
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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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