He was strong
With a mighty roar.
In summer sun
And winter storm.
He carried us all.

They broke his back
Tore his jaw.
We looked away
What the lion saw.
Nobody was watching at all.

His heart cut out
Twist of a knife.
We did not grieve
For not our life.
We did not care at all.

With pelt in hand
They turned to us.
What once was mighty
They turned to dust.
There was no one to save us at all.

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