Sunt Leones Poem by Stevie Smith
Sunt Leones
The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a
Not entirely negligible part
In consolidating at the very start
The position of the Early Christian Church.
Initiatory rights are always bloody
In the lions, it appears
From contemporary art, made a study
Of dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddy
Liturgically sacrificial hue
And if the Christians felt a little blue-
Will people being eaten often do.
Theirs was the death, and there's was a crown undying,
A state of things which must be satisfying.
My point which up to this has been obscured
Is that it was the lions who procured
By chewing up blood gristle flesh and bone
The martyrdoms on which the church has grown.
I only write this poem because I thought it rather looked
As if the part the lions played was being overlooked.
By lions' jaws great benefits and blessings were begotten
And so our debt to Lionhood must never be forgotten.
on the lion's jaw on the lion's paw the church of martyrdom grows! -ironical
we entitle Hero and make king who brutally kill and reign the world for heroic power this is our wrong choice; we need the way of humanity to administrate world
we the weird peoples sing the victory song for lion and tiger and make these both king of forest for their cruel attacking character
Christians probably made good appetizers, to be fair the poor lions probably had a stomach full of fanatics.
Yes i agree without the part the lions played we would never have got free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2024 12:36:38 PM # 1.0.0
made a study Of dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddy Liturgically sacrificial hue And if the Christians felt a little blue- Will people being eaten often do. lions and the christians in Collesum.......... fine poem. tony