marking the pride of ages gone.
The spirit enthralls the blue sky,
Millenias passed, the lions look on.
They guard on the cardinals four
- confidence, courage, power and pride.
Time didn't mellow the fierce roar
- pushed back those with villainous stride.
From the pillar to our conscience,
we need the lions in our lives.
No man may trip over guilt's fence,
suppressing con - thus the pros thrives.
Can we not hear the lion's call?
Have morals turned into fossils now?
A blinding darkness grips us all,
show your self, so that the world may bow.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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