Two lions roar

among a herd of sheep

scattering the quick-footed

shattering the weak-hearted

all because of a piece of meat for the cubs

how it should be diced

whether it should be shredded

whether it had been cleaned of its dust

and whether it had been correctly cut from the game

that sort of silly things

but the roar is real mean

and they both got scars

down to their hearts

through their old wounds

It's not the first time

It won't be the last.

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