TeamGalacticMercury
May Still Have Hope
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A martyr sits on the cool green grass,
Wondering what she’s done.
She never really hurt anyone,
And yet her throat’s been wrung.
She was a Beast of the Night,
Born one, call it all her life,
Yet she never harmed a soul.
Man has always feared her
For something before her time.
She didn’t understand this yet,
But she was doomed to die.
Mankind has always feared the Wolf,
For they always lurk in the shadows.
Yet, wolves are just innocent martyrs
With no chance to live.
The King of the Jungle
Is King no more.
His golden mane ceases to flow.
No more bellowing roars of triumph
Echo along the Sahara floor.
For they, too, have been blamed by man
For what their programmed for.
You can’t catch food when your leg is broken,
So you go for easy prey instead.
Unfortunately, man cannot understand
That you’d die without the lamb.
A pride and their starving cubs
Have been chased away from their land.
Yet, man does not let them sleep
On the plot that was stolen from them.
They all are killed off for living
A little too close to us.
They, too, my friends,
Are like our friend, the wolf.
They were born under the mask of a killer
For what their ancestors have done.
Of course there will be the evil
In some animal’s hearts.
You cannot change that in the world
As it will always be.
We kill each other, right?
Yet we do not hunt each other down
For something their father did.
Instead we sympathize them,
And pay them homage if needed.
We are not so different
From Brother Wolf and Brother Lion,
Yet why are they outcasts?
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Just something I scribbled out while eating cereal today. Thanks.
Wondering what she’s done.
She never really hurt anyone,
And yet her throat’s been wrung.
She was a Beast of the Night,
Born one, call it all her life,
Yet she never harmed a soul.
Man has always feared her
For something before her time.
She didn’t understand this yet,
But she was doomed to die.
Mankind has always feared the Wolf,
For they always lurk in the shadows.
Yet, wolves are just innocent martyrs
With no chance to live.
The King of the Jungle
Is King no more.
His golden mane ceases to flow.
No more bellowing roars of triumph
Echo along the Sahara floor.
For they, too, have been blamed by man
For what their programmed for.
You can’t catch food when your leg is broken,
So you go for easy prey instead.
Unfortunately, man cannot understand
That you’d die without the lamb.
A pride and their starving cubs
Have been chased away from their land.
Yet, man does not let them sleep
On the plot that was stolen from them.
They all are killed off for living
A little too close to us.
They, too, my friends,
Are like our friend, the wolf.
They were born under the mask of a killer
For what their ancestors have done.
Of course there will be the evil
In some animal’s hearts.
You cannot change that in the world
As it will always be.
We kill each other, right?
Yet we do not hunt each other down
For something their father did.
Instead we sympathize them,
And pay them homage if needed.
We are not so different
From Brother Wolf and Brother Lion,
Yet why are they outcasts?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just something I scribbled out while eating cereal today. Thanks.
Like I said, just something i did due to boredom.