Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Aug 12, 2014

A lioness cub morphed

The cubs in a den of lions, this world
eaten alive by mighty warriors, police
the lioness cry out in vain for the life of her cub.

Hearts formed rigid ice crystals stood by
as mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins,
aunts, uncles and friends wrangle in agony
at their loved one's lifeless body laid in the streets for hours.

F–ing animals they're called
Their peace turned injustice
In an instance shots fired
Cub down, shot dead in compliance.

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Rula

Rula

10 years 8 months ago

I can feel the raw sadness and the emotions behind this piece.
There is much injustice going into this world and as well known, Man is doing
the biggest part of this oppression.
Good use of metaphore.

PS. I thought this piece could make a great benefit of some punctuation.

Barbara Writes

Thanks for reading. Your suggestion is welcome. I'm glad it resinsted we'll with you. I will retread and see where I can add some punctuation.