Fighting lions

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