The Majestic Lion

 - Farhana (June 15th, 2019)

The majestic lion stood on all fours,

It’s long mane blowing in the wind;

It’s eyes of brown hiding within a brutal force,

It stood still, then it turned it’s head around.

Each step the lion took,

Showcases the stunning majesty of its grace;

Each time the lion turned around to look,

The crowd applauds with vigour.

Walking about without a care,

The lion laid on the lush green carpet;

Rolling on its stomach, showing it bare,

Yawning at excited visitors.

The crowd was flabbergasted,

They are in awe;

The lion’s teeth so sharp and fastened,

All the more they look and stare.

The Majesty, of a person,

Is just like the lion;

He struts about proudly in his prison,

All while the crowd stood and ridicule.