Survival Of The Fittest Poem by Matt Starking

(The lion king)


Born in the wilderness
Where life has no definition for fairness
Left to fend for myself alone in the dark forest
A kingdom where all the beasts of the world do rest
The anthem is survival of the fittest
There love is not a culture
But a religion of torture
A civilization based on cannibalism
a game of racism, monopoly and capitalism
It either you eat or you get eaten
Be on your feet or get beaten
Non is ready to share
Because no one really care
Once I was intimidated by an oppressor
Who made me feed on my fear
Escaped twice from the hunters trap
An amusement sweeter than melodies made from a harp
Upon realizing freedom is far beyond my reach
The hardest lessons life can teach
I have claimbed the ladder of death and came down
And Upon my head lies a crown
So on top of the mountain when you hear a roar
That's the sound of the lion of Africa
And will never back down nor surrender
So I'm ever ready each and every day
searching for my prey