LION OR MOUSE
Click the link to the soundfile: The Rains of Castamere
"In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours."
- From "The Rains of Castamere."
I have claws, long and sharp.
They grow, I growl, stay away!
A caged animal, walking up
and down and up and down.
Don't come near, I'll tear you open.
Oh, isn't that a brave dream?
Isn't that a dream of fierce independence?
Isn't that a dream of surviving?
A dream of conquering?
Of escaping?
But the day we ran, I had no claws
I didn't roar.
I was a mouse, silent, quick
Tiptoeing close to walls
Escaping through the cracks
Bringing with me my brothers
As quick and silent as I was
And then I learned that real power
Is not in anger, hate, claws and teeth
But in survival and in love.
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Poem by Darren White
November 21, 2016
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