i see men who

grow their beards as long as

lion manes they tickle when they

kiss me they are always

in good spirits with the beers

in their gullets with their cigare

ttes in their hands with their smoke

steaming from their nostrils they defend

the children they defend the sheep

they defend me and they keep

watch over the hyenas that want

to laugh at us the lion's

mane is soon

sticky and it feels

slimy to be

kissed by

and the man

roars at my

disgust he raises

his claws and claws

at my innocence

the man with the mane

soon has blood sticking to it

as he eats his meal

with pride

and soon i came to hate


because they have the same manes

as my father