The Ill Lion

The lion is ill,

emaciated and sad,

lying on the hill,

unable to kill.

The mice come up to the lion;

They laugh in his face.

When he tries to roar,

he can't do it anymore.

Jackals bark at him from nearby.

Vultures overhead fly.

Rats nip at him, unafraid.

The lion soon will die.

The Lion feared no beast.

He roared with pride in his feast.

When he roared he stampeded elephants, wildebeast,

and set fear in all hearts.

But the parasite is killing him now.

His heart is wormy with it's offspring.

they eat away at his bowels,

and weaken him to death.

Those who adore the lion,

standing silence nearby.

They have a good medicine,

that the lion refuses to eat.

They long to hear his roar.

They long to see him healthy.

The Lion is the king of Beasts.

With a heart that should be strong and soar.

Will the lion die?

Will he rot from within?

When will we hear his roar?

Will it be within our lifetime?

Those parasites in his bowels!

Oh what a sad crime.

Chris