Caged King

Caged King

 

A caged king

In a circus ring

Stolen

From his African home

Forced to preform tricks

Under the threat of a whip

Spirit broken

Defeated

And dethroned

 

A caged king

With a song to sing

But it seems he lost his roar

Is he really a king?

Or was it all a dream?

Beyond this cage

It has to be more

 

A caged king

Conditioned

With precision

On how to think

And how to act

Shocks the crowd

When he finally goes wild

And goes on the attack

 

With a blood stained mane

A crimson encrusted crown

He calls out to his kingdom

As the other kings gather ‘round

 

They too want to taste freedom

Their hunger grows as flesh rips

Dragging the bodies of those

Who stole them…

The holders of the whips

 

A king un-caged

Stands on a stage

That was built for his demise

He stands proud

As he roars loud

The king in him is still alive!

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Inspired by a lion attack video I saw online...

Also, dedicated to the memory of Nat Turner.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Serenus, this is such a powerful allegory...yes, it is literally about the lion...and that is such a sad state of affairs what we do to them to have them in a circus...but humans are treated the same way---they become caged by society, expected to perform but are not treated with any respect...whipped into submission..
this really hit me hard...so moving.

[Sirius King]

i agree with both points, thank you jacob!

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute poem. Those who are lions inside can never be tamed by whips and abuse...Bravo, sir...:)..........

[Sirius King]

Thank you Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....