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Her last words as a Lioness 



 

 

Wish I could cart you to the past
showing what you've missed, 
Things that did not last
I bet there'd be a list
of wildlife that you've never seen
How the forest was 
Before in the world you've been 

Oh such a pitiful thing to know and tell
A cub like you has known no den 
Your habitat's snatched, your rights are too
I'm sorry darling, I couldn't give those to you 
But though I'm old and my power's all gone
I can give this in my last few breaths 
it isn't much dear, just some advice to pass on
don't let yourself obsess over grass 
start admiring the glass
'cause those cages you know, will be your new home
and in a month or two
you'll be in the vulnerable few

Know this though, you'll be just fine 
you'll adapt well with it over time
I know you'll live well by yourself
But this lioness, will never forgive herself 
For she's the mother who never could show you the trees, 
The rivers, the forest, the moon and the breeze

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  1. As honest and frankly tragic as a true poem could be...Very well written, the rhymes were pretty good, the subject matter was very aptly presented, and the poem seems framed as if it were song! Well done, keep reading and writing :D

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  2. Mann that was sooo goooood!!
    Like awesome!!

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