Fighting lions
By May Kwek
I once knew a man
Who everywhere he went
Had beside him a lion
Who was not his friend
When he wanted to do
something
The lion would stop
him
And when he tried to
run
It would always chase
him
He grew very tired
Of being thus ordered
around
But no easy respite
In his world could be
found
It was either being
ordered
Or standing up to
fight
Because the lion
Was actually his
fright
His fear made true
And given flesh and
blood
It always carried
through
And put my friend in
the mud
But one day my friend
could take it no more
And frightened though
he was
He stood up and
fought the lion
And taught him that
he was the law
The fight was long
and hard
And he often wanted
to run
But yet to give up
and fear again
Was simply a can’t
Then amazingly he won
And the lion was very
still
Then oddly enough
grew smaller
But only a little
still
Yet every time they
fought
My friend found it
easier
And every time he won
The lion grew still
smaller
Till one day after
another fight
The lion lost once
more
And he shrunk until
He could be seen no
more
And now my friend is
quite free
To do as he likes
For fear no longer
rules him
And neither does his
fright
Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek
