We are the divine among the divine
Lion cubs separated from the sheep
Refusing to succumb to the bleating
Somehow buying into the manifold
That we belong to a lesser god.
A different royal sanctum.
I will not bow down to the utterances
The berating and the bashing
My mane will sparkle in multi-colors
In the speckled, the matted, the unshaven
I will speak and others will listen.
And slowly and softly
On the distant shores
I will find my roar. ..