by Warwick Allen
Monday, 4 May 2015
A sack full of kittens
My words
Rescued
Come tumbling out
Falling over each other
Tripping on themselves
Emancipated
Weak
Uncoordinated
My words
Feed them the milk that they need
Not that they deserve
Feed them with meat
To make them grow
My words
The Lion's roar
Will be heard
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