My tears ran down my face,
whilst I was at the zoo,
as I saw three skinny lions,
I sobbed, “look at you!”
Their usual amber eyes,
bore a hue so deathly grey,
struggling to even rise,
to save some sort of day,
thus, tired, angry, still,
their gaze, fell on me,
telling me, that I was ill,
pictured epiphany,
they said “we’re a broken sign,
lying in the sand,
if we could, we would dine,
to make a better land!”
My feeling began to change,
from pity in to fear,
ensuring content was not so strange,
nothing would interfere,
muted roars told me straight,
of poor maintenance,
where love’s redefined as hate,
by such discountenance,
from the war of those flowers,
to a minister showing bias,
a symbol, that had all the powers,
told me, I was callous,
my pockets were so empty,
as clearly, I had spent,
a “true spokesman” of the country,
that in soul, up sticks and went,
then a split screen was made,
by their snarls, and my weeps,
we searched for god, in the shade,
but no-one was there to sweep,
I then looked around; to see,
other emblems in their cage,
built by us, humanity,
such a cruel sustained rage,
golden eagle, was so grounded,
brown bear, was wearing blood,
and a Hoopoe, I saw pounding,
its own kind, in neighbourhood,
but, with cold human practice,
I left; wiping, to ignore,
an “accidental” malice,
that has made such a war!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2023 12:00
- Comment from author about the poem: There is that old saying "if these walls could talk!" However, more pertinently, due to recent governmental and national calamities, that are happening all over the world, what on earth would our chosen emblems say to us, if they became sentient? As a Brit, my three lions have been malnourished, for far too long, by such a morally bankrupt Conservative government, and the general misjudgments made commercially and individually. Thus, in this poem, I wholeheartedly agree with, the three lions' metaphysical dig at me. If we continue being so catastrophically clumsy as a species, there will be nothing left alive to love. So, PLEASE, PLEASE, CAN WE CHANGE!!! Accompanying the poem, is a picture of a crying lion, from Stuart Winter's article, about lions being released from a Romanian circus, in the Express newspaper, dated Oct 22nd 2015, of what I think, is the true symbol of Britain at the moment, and the banner picture, of the dandelion fading in the wind, I think is extremely apt, as such a sordid horrifying process, that is prolonged by our choices, has become the greatest cancer in the world. Let our emblems shine, but for all the right reasons, by actually changing for the better! I hope that you enjoy the poem, what a sorry world we live in, and with that in mind, please do stay safe everyone!
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I've been to zoo's like that and I'm living in times like these. I find your poetic heart so very empathetic always dear friend. 🩷
Thanks for the read Teddy.15, and for your very kind comment, it's very much appreciated.
I hope that our symbols can regain their dignity, via us being more judicious in our choices.
I hope that all is well
Such strong and true words Ben, i do sincerely hope that we can change for the better soon otherwise the earth will be empty.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I'm glad that you agree with the sentiment raised in this poem.
I wholeheartedly agree with what you have said above too.
I hope that all is well.
Powerful and poignant. Great job.
Thanks for the read Thomas, and for such a lovely comment, it's very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
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