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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