Lion Pride Poem by Haruna Garba

Where I am, goat is tied to a post
Out of mercy, the kids are kept free
They suck and keep running about
They jump, buck and freely run out
Neighbors seldom yell for trespass
If they do, the mother is counted out
Only small lashes the size of her kids
What do you know about lion pride?
The whole lots are absolute free cats
Every single jungle be their colony
Every thicket sound means assault
Every game they go for is mere hunt
Yours be assault never ever their own
Utterly small, can't be any lion pride
Only the maned, mortar footed can