By Yero Jallow
Joey screamed aloud from the distance
Not even the grasses swayed
There by the lion’s den, Joey roared louder again
The cubs wondered over the loudest roar
Not even the neighborhood trees moved
Except those leaves dancing to nature’s wind.
Joey advanced forward unsatisfied and boiling inside
Aiming at the lady’s face with his hard blows
Beating furiously nonstop to hurt
Blood oozed profusely on bare grounds
Face swollen and arms left with lasting scars
Not even his own inner devil could stop.
The loud roar of onlookers to gather
Surrounded the scene of the bomb blast
There was Joey beating his chest aloud
Over his shameful cruelty and abomination
Whilst splashes of blood stained the grasses
Equal rights was once slapped on the face.