Kicked and cringing, left in this cage

  My once sharp claws are dulled to nubs,

  My once proud life has turned to rage

  As they pull my back into this cage

  A cage of fear, woven of words and lies,

  I lay on the ground quiet with defeat,

  My mind lost in a blaze of heat

  I feel lost, i am incomplete

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  A whip comes through the woven bars

  and hits already bruising scars

  A long, thin pole loops ‘round my neck,

  And tiny needles push into my back

  A lion king am I?

  No More, for I have lost my fearsome roar

  My golden mane has been shaved off,

  And made human ladies’ locks.

  Flower petals dust my grave,

  The stone is gray and cold

  I know i should no longer fear,

  For death is a story many times told