A lion will rejoice
In the birth of an antelope
But does an antelope rejoice
In the birth of a cub?
Life is not fair
It’s never meant to be
The weak
will be weak
And the strong
Shall remain so for long
Rumor has it that
They manufacture maladies
To sell us their medicines
Rumor has it that
They trigger turmoil
To steal our minerals
They continuously create chaos
Involving us in calamities
That are not ours
Like animals in the wild
Leave us and we’ll be free
Keep watching
As you always do
But do not keep us in your zoos
Where you’ll be feeding us for amusement
Domesticating us, breaking our spirits
So we can lick your feet
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Indeed predators (The Powerful) will continue to devour and manipulate preys (The Weak) in their dangerous web of intrigues. A well articulated poem insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely piece for sure. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.