We, The Hungry Lions

Buried somewhere here ,

We are hungry lions,

being through rainstroms

stress and parched places,

Leaving marks and traces.

Travelling through the unfamiliar is numero uno,

and all of us know,

It still starves for home.

Crawling and slithering on,

because it's a hungry lion,

with will so strong.

The lion runs, jumps

yells morbid tones.

Tears out every shit,

face, flesh and bones.

Blood, dust and sweat

the king savours it all lone.

Well, when the man wakes,

only to realise and conclude

rigour ,ruckus and aches,

is basic and crude.

For mankind made this race

of hungry lions and anxious mood.