The Hyenas Kingdom Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

In the hyenas' kingdom,
Leopards are chief judges,
And hungry lions hold supremacy—
A war between the unknown and the known.

The enemy lurks within the circle;
The victim is the weakest,
And the strongest, the opportunist.
Now the jungle brims with self-enmities.

The crawling cats, toothless hunters,
Are meant to roar loud for their bellies.
The eagles on the mountain laugh aloud,
Though deaf, they see the uncertainty of reality.

The lion, the king, savages the hall of fame;
Hyenas pretend innocence,
Leopards strive to know,
But the eagle that knows is deaf.

All in the valley, hunting:
Eagles keep giggling,
Hyenas furious but weak,
Lions whispering to one another in coded tongues.

Yet all in the kingdom of hyenas,
Differences in deeds grip with pain.
The kingdom is about to fall—
But who cares?

All hunting with different missions,
Sabotage and cruelty their uniform.
Hunger remains their dictatorship;
Unity trampled like a wilted spring.

The jungle is full of self-enmities;
The superiority game plays out in full.
Ethnicity erupts as the game changer;
The kingdom is torn apart.

And the hyena leaders dine from it.
The little rat kingdom is built on wisdom,
Its walls forged in unity against the hyenas—
Who, in charge of tribalism and ethnicity, have lost their hope.