The Unseen Lions Poem by Adams King

We all wondered why we wail
Thoughts unthinkable yet to be thought
Words unbelievable yet to be believed

What if I say the goats ate the child
Seems sarcastically untrue
to the ears and minds
Yet the truth it is

What has the eyes not seen?
What has the ears not heard?
There are new leaves in the market
Yet none is new beneath the sun

The face at dawn changes
While at night the true man reveals himself
Shapes and deeds to the darkest of night

Follow me into the night
Where the witches and wizards sits
round a table to feast with
bottles of blood and fattened flesh

Where a man's soured sorrow
Is another's sweetest joy
Where a man's dreadful death
Is another's rejuvenate

There you will know the causes
Of your children's death
There you will know the goats
are the unseen lions we seek