Saturday, 10 October 2009

THE BRAVE.

The Brave Lion stands on the white cliff high,
Is a guiding light; 
Keeping himself within low intensity as not to blind
And scare his opponent into hysterical fear,
Careful, not to blow his time through their chastising sneers.
Slowly recognized in making change for what's right,
From one simple belief, a better living world life.
What's been seen is him receiving a prize,
Can be read as offensive from a gesture so kind,
But his importance is clear:
It's beyond the accolades, titles or prizes he bears. 
Chosen to raise hearts and minds,
To bring stable relations in all areas worldwide,
But! Will the cunning fox, jackals and elitist tribe,
Blow the Brave Lion's light out, before his time?

2 comments:

  1. Great poem, and what a truly amazing guiding light the Brave Lion, is. My prayers are with him, that he has the time to live up to his incredible potential and to define the future.
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  2. Jungle Girl, thanks for your for your fantastic comment! and your heart felt sentiment.Love your sincerity!!

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