They sharpened their knives
They plotted
They laughed
They cast lots
They played a stupid game to determine its
fate
They tried to slaughter the cub
They
didn’t see the lion guarding the cub
They hated its guts
They called it proud
They assumed it was weak
They thought it walked alone
They ignored “the shadow”
They tried to slaughter the cub
They
didn’t see the lion observing it all
They
tried to slaughter the cub
They were blinded by their hatred
They despised it
They wanted it dead
They wanted it gone
They approached the cub
They tried to slaughter the cub
They
didn’t see the lion waiting
They
tried to slaughter the cub
They signed their death warrant
They approved their own execution
The cub was unaware of the massacre
The lion erased their existence
The hedge remained unbroken
They tried to slaughter the cub
By Sylvia Chika
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