the fake lion

a poem adressed to terrorists

To all terrorists

Don’t show pride when you’re holding your kill,
Just eat it raw, crunch it as it’s dripping still
You believe you’re a king; 
Nay, you’re a vulture with no wing
The lion’s den is not your place
Cos’ you lack the lion’s might and grace
~ ~ ~ ~ 
You strut like lions and play the part 
Though devoid of a lion’s heart
Your voice echoes the hyena’s shriek
You spread terror; is that what you seek?
Yet, alive, beasts fear not your ravenous beak
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Kill them all and call it wisdom
Unpeopled, the land of the dead is your kingdom
Kill the sane and the wise if you long to rule
Remember to spare the insane, the crazy and the fool
And erect a jail and a slaughterhouse but no school
By Kais Weslety

Reviews

[Woody]

terrible things are happening in all corners of the world. I happen to know what prompted this poem and I applaud you for it.
good poem Kais. and welcome to the Cafe. I hope you'll enjoy it here.