I once knew a person,
Or so it assumed to be,
It walked like a lion,
Whose motto was CREED.
Creed where each letter,
Meant a word you see,
Like:
C – as in conquer, cash & cruel,
R – as in Roar, rumble & rule,
E – as in elite on the edge,
E – as in elaborate, eliminate,
D- as in destroy, dump and duel; .
This Lion thought
To the world it was all clear,
That CREED had five letters,
And it meant 5 words so dear,
C – for cooperate,
R – for respect,
E – for eagerness,
E – for excellence,
D – for Diligence,
He set on his Throne
As King of the Jungle,
And clashed, roared and moaned,
And destroyed each different creature;
Birds, butterflies, cats, dogs, deers’,
All that moved differently,
Had to disappear!
Who walked like a Sylph,
Or with one foot in front,
Or with wings to fly,
Or chirping of cheer,
Had to be gone…
MR. Lion,
If I can call you that,
A person or an animal,
Whatever you represent.
Please change your motto,
As your kingdom is a torment,
You might sit on your Throne,
And be proud of your earns,
But please change your motto,
Do not call it CREED,
Let me remind you,
Of lives you’ve shattered,
And all the souls you eat.
I would suggest CASH
AS in
C – for Crucify,
A – for Ashes
S – for Sin
H – for hate.
And the day will come
When the World will know,
You may walk like a Lion,
And sit on your Throne,
Claiming Kingdom as your own;
King of a Jungle,
Who rules and triumphs,
And see even that,
Would not be a Honor!
But, in fact you are a Rat,
Who marvels in shadows,
And calls darkness his Home!
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