Poem-Buffaloes Trump the Lion--17March2026

                                               POEM :

                           “BUFFALOES TRUMP THE LION…”

“(…) 2.  **Companion Poem:** Consider writing a companion piece titled **"The Rebellion of the Females"** or **"The Buffalo Herd."** This would explore the *rare* instances where the conditioning breaks. It would create a **dialectic** (Thesis: Lion's Rule; Antithesis: Collective Resistance)….”  -- From “AnalysisByQwen3.5-Plus AI-Volume 83-Poem-Crocodile-Lion-8March2026”

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Part the first

1^st section

Hell ! The goddam lion hath unleash’d warfare !

The felon be dishing out sheer murder :

His massive teeth into flesh he doth sink :

How to escape from hither assaults ?...

2^nd

To his usual tactics he be heeding :

Hopelessly our tribe be running :

Havoc he spreads, pitiless and brutal :

How can we ensure our survival ?!...

3^rd

Be there no solution to this butchery ?...

For how long thus will we run ?...

Fellow buffaloes, let’s stop this for once and all :

Banding together, we can answer this call !...

4^th

For Pete’s sake, this be no animal farm :

From hither brute we must stop the harm :

Think about our massive strength,

Our tremendous weights combin’d…

5^th

From some Animal farm

They may keep on running :

But we have had enough of this mayhem :

Let us hit ‘pon some winning stratagem !...

6^th

Let’s fight back, Or well

For a lifetime we will be running :

In war all be right and fair :

To our whole tribe let’s Blare !

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Part the second

7^th

Hark ! The message hath been receiv’d

And well heed’d by the herd :

Suddenly the herd freezes on the spot :

The lion suddenly feels rather hot…

8^th

What the heck, he growls :

What be the matter with hither morons ?

A fight they want to put up ?

They will still end up as lion sup !...

9^th

Hullaballoo hath been unleash’d !

This be unseen on a lion battlefield !

Suddenly the buffaloes turn and charge :

‘Tis a charge of the heavy brigade !...

10^th

The ground shudders and trembles :

Into the grass dig the heavy hooves :

‘Tis a concert’d counter-attack :

Hell, we be taking plenty of flak !...

11^th

In lion memory no such thing hath been seen :

To give dement’d battle they be keen :

Hark ! They be surrounding me !

No escape from hither place can I see !...

12^th

One mother-er-buffalo grabs the lion on the horns

And flicks him into the air as a mere toy !

They charge and flick off suddenly :

They charge and flick off : ‘tis sure be a ploy !

13^th

To the ground crashes the batter’d lion :

‘Tis unprecedent’d in hither dominion :

Another monstrous beast picks up the prey

And flogs him into another affray !

14^th

The world hath been flung upside down,

Moans the batter’d, bruis’d beast…

They have turn’d me into a mere clown :

They be enjoying hither rare, unknown feast !...

15^th

The bruis’d lion be twitching on the ground :

From him doth come out some weird sound :

No more shalt thou be king of the forest :

Into hither dust shalt lie thy final rest !...

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Soman Ragavan

Mauritius (Indian Ocean)

17 March, 2026

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