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 look and see if others saw
That I might cry out the call,
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
But no one that I could see or hear
Came running to heal my wounds of fear.
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
I finally laid down my fear and came to where they sat.
“King of Beasts, men ye cannot rule”, I said as they spat.
“Who are you lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand?”
With thunderous roar one said, “We’ll stay but a day, no more.
This kingdom is full of boney, skinny men; it is not worth a war.
We lions shall leave your land.
No more shall we claw or mark or stalk your sand.”