The lambs are tired of being eaten and so, take the bulls by the horn. The wolves are scared out of their skins and shoot their arrows aimlessly to take down their bravery.
The tears of the lands cascade through the earth like the rapids as bodies fall like grasshoppers.
The screams let out echo through the woodland, to mock the kings’ lethargy but it’s as vain as the wolves’ struggles to stop the lambs.
“Angels” set to insulate the kingdoms agitated by lurking vice, turn out to be the blood-suckers walking the streets without a heart.
They turn out to be the real wolves, puffed by the flesh of the lambs they’ve fed on; the lambs they are set to protect.
They have cast many bright futures into thick darkness and have turned vice into a gleaming saint.
The kings’ ineptitude glare and the way their slumbering heads snore in their capacity nauseate the goats.
Even the goats are fed-up with the time and resources wasted by sitting around, sipping from bruised golden cups.
Isn’t it their sorrows they drink when they take pleasure in the misery of the lambs of the lands?
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
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