Chunk For Whom? Poem by Kassem Oude

Lion chases prey in high speed
His muscles ache his heart beats
He won't lunch grains or weeds
Consumes only a chunky meats

When obtains a massive meal
Swallows till would be satiate
Leaves for weak coveted deal
Who are hungry nearby wait

Deer grow their meat in years
He robs them once by his skills
He traps runs catches and tears
Providence endowed him to kill

Trained ones have plenty a job
Dive in wealth and good health
To earn poor food toil the mob
They lifetime suffer of dearth

"He who fears mountains climb
Still forever down in holes": (Abou El Kassem Shabbi)
Starving man hard to be sublime
Has miserable and tortured soul.

Tuesday November 25,2014