Lions in Our Land

Fear and dread silently come upon me
As I look around to see,
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
I turn to see if others saw
So together we might cry out the call,
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
But no one that I can see or hear
Dares hasten to heal my wounds of fear.
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
Finally, I lay down my fears and go to where they sit.
“King of Beasts, men ye cannot rule,” I say as they spit.
“Who are you lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand?”
With thunderous roar says one, “We’ll stay but a day, no more.
This kingdom is full of boney, skinny men, it’s not worth a war.
We lions shall leave your land;
No more clawing, marking, stalking in your sand.”