Liberation

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. ..