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conversation between a lion and a photographer as their paths cross. |
ENTRY FOR:
ROUND 2 You let us live, only then we may. King of the jungle, all hail thee Nice life you have, happy and free. Pangs of hunger force us to kill Food- for you is no big deal. Imprisoned in bricks, I mourn for joy Away from the wild, I feel I'm a toy. With a complex brain, you work day and night Capturing sights and sounds with all your might. Your life I see, by a peep in this lens All mechanical, it makes no sense. In this world, we have no boundaries, no nations Only one identity, we all are God's creations. Date: 17/5/07 Total:14 lines |