You’re a fierce one, aren’t you?

King of fearsome Kings
You carry yourself above
All others.
Teeth bared, you strike down
Those less fortunate.

[Unless they bite back, of course]

Driven by the promise of power,
The Fame,
Though blinded by the lust of the hunt,
The Game.
You wave your beautiful mane,
Flaunt your inherited stripes, all the while
Sharpening your bloodied claws against the backs of giants.
Oh, my.


Or perhaps group activities
Better fit your scale?


Lying with the golden masses,
Attending your monotone classes,
Doing whatever it takes
To pass this School of Life.
This pool of life.
Blending into the crowd and
Fitting in with the proud
Soon become the same thing.

[Or is that just survival?]

Kill or be killed
Eat or be eaten.
Though never singled out,
Or the first to be beaten.
Always in a group,
Forever changing places,
Yet from dry land, you’re just
Homogenous faces.


Is your role more prominent
Than that of the others?


Intelligent and ignorant,
Blessed and cursed,
Nature’s best, yet somehow the worst
Tenant in the terrarium.

[But don’t you deserve it?]

The poorest King in the palace,
You stand tall and proud.
Overlooking your achievements,
Grasping your future
And your expansive beliefs, when
You come across those of another.
Arms to arms, then.
Green on fire.

[Or was it Greed..?]

Fratricide, sickness,
And the consequence of desire.
Power from paper
The value of…
What?

[What really rules you?]

Teachings of
Love, Justice,
Honesty,
Obedience,
Inevitable Compliance?

Or the preachings of
Hate, Fear,
Betrayal,
Unwillingness,
And uncommon Defiance?

Most other fools
Believe in those rules, too.
But what about you?


How different are you, really?