THE FOOL

He milked the bull
He was a fool
Life taught him that
A lesson well learnt
He lies in the shed crippled
The truth hard to grapple
He touched a burning flame
Now he's unable walk, he’s lame
He licked the wounds of a dying lion
Oblivious that its never dead until its dead
Licked the embers of a burning savanna
Fiercely filled with rage


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