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The gods must have faulted
Every animal, this special features;
Every feature, its beauty, its secret
Its power to charm, to grip in bonds
The weakness, the innocence of all lesser animals
The Cause in which we thrive
This endless Vanity Fair
This vain battle of
Beat your chest where you best fit belong
Here I am
I am better than you

I am an innocent deer
I meant no harm
My wild horns is my paw
Let the jackals keep laughing

You antelope with them lean spiky legs
You are no match
You will never be
Until I eat you

But in those faulty strength
lays my ego, my speed, my skill

Let the lion roar
Roar and growl O' king lion
I am better than you
O' grass eating stag
How strong, how mighty you are
How beautiful and rich in splendor
The gods must have favored you
Yea, let the jackals keep laughing

Yet the tortoise had been no match
My speed, my skill, my gait

There is no you without me O' king Lion
You eat flesh I eat grass
And how sweet the smell of blood your taste
As I cherish my grass

The gods must have cracked this trend of fortune
To spare us this endless view of a game called life
Every animal one unique trait

Pride O' deer, in those hind legs pride.
I am the tortoise
I am a slow animal, moving at no pace unnoticed
Yet, as fast as you run
At my pace, in my skill with grace
I will pause where you stop
In Africa

Moving at no pace unnoticed
My cracks, my shelter, my lot
Encrusted in this dust of lack you call names
Yea, tell my stories to your children
How slow, poor and naked
Beam your searchlight here Mr. Media man
Stretch your canvass, flick your shutters
Tell my stories in your world
From the comfort of your couch

Keep laughing O' blind Jackals
From the comfort of your golden den roar and growl
Beat your chest O' king Lion

How better than us you are

You eat meat, I eat gnats
You drink blood, I drink water
You live in the den, I live in the rocks, in the desert
Yet as sweet as your victuals so I cherish the dust in my mouth

How better than me are you My dear King Supreme
In your castles, your crystals
In your fleet of metals
I ride my donkey, I mount my cow

Go not abroad, retire into yourself
In the inner man where in us
Dwells the truth
You will find out
How little you know of true blessedness
In that mud dung house, my jungle, my home
My bare feet, the dust, my meal
My slow pace, my skill, my beauty
My tuft curly hair, my brass skin, my elegance
And in my heart deep within
You are
The other side of creation
My right hand, my left hand
In twos the great one made them all
YOU and ME
Chose my right
I am the other side of you then
There is no you without me
And without me it's a bleak earth void of zest
This is our relevance
My brother, my friend.

SaintJerry A. 2006