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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah

I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian

Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found

I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls

Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged

Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember

I need love
Literature
To free me

From yearning
Succumbing
To music

Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain

From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean
Nelize Jun 2016
A wild heart that beats for its pride
On mount Zion this heart will reside
From Judah, a noble king
Majesty defines this being.
This creature anointed
As the animal kingdom’s appointed
Predator that forever reign
Its noble spirit cannot be slain.
Adorned with a heavenly mane
A hunter of moving iron
A roar that soars the horizon
Like a wind gust, a  hurricane.
African dust with imprints of ferocity
Pounding paws announce their violent capacity
Their voice casts a shadow of authority
Over nature’s majority
Offering not a shade of rest,
But a footprint of nature’s best.
A royal glance of the lion’s presence
Is Africa’s essence
Of feral magnificence.
As a South African citizen and sensitised to the dangers that our nature faces, I wrote this poem to remind humanity of our wild animals' beauty. A Christian element is hidden within this poem.

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