The eyes of the whisker-less male lion
so intense like the stare of wrought iron
so seductive in their dangerous glare
I want to touch his mane, though I'd never dare.
He roams the Serengeti with less confidence
Without his Kingly carefree-ness
The jungle has become his prison
The knowledge-gifted mammal, his poison
The rawness in the eyes of the virunga, mountain gorilla
pure and powerful like something straight out of a thriller
Begging me in his reddened tearless eyes
Beseeching for just another century of existence
Virunga weeps for his skinned kith and kin
Venom spews as man encroaches, and nature thins
The enemy has declared war on the universe
Self declared God! No more for us, no more of us
13. March. 2009
Inspired by Charles Alexander's Art
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