Weakness

Sun, 01/17/2016 - 12:57 -- 3044367

The zebras grazing in the open field

not having a care in the world,

worrying about nothing at all.

Unknowing to the zebras is the stalking lion in the brush of the savanna.

The lion watches with its beaming evil eyes,

as the naive zebras drink from the watering hole.

Once the lion has its plan, it waits,

singling out the weakest and easiest zebra to attack.

The victim of the attack did nothing wrong,

but like other prey, the zebra couldnt do anything to help himself.

The more the zebra struggled, the more the lion could feed on him.

The zebra sat there in misery knowing he couldn't do anything to save himself

Luckily the zebra was able to escape the lion this particular time,

but knew that the lion could strike at any time in the near future.

All the other zebras walked away not even noticing that the weak one had been left behind.

The innocent victim had a part of him ripped away.

Eventually the zebra won't have anything left to help him get through the struggle,

and soon he will have to simply give up.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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