To run with The Lions one Must… be fast
The mold is made in strength when dye is “caste”
For in the hunt…there’s much is to dread
Yielding only the Quick and the Unwilling Dead!
Gazelles and Wilder Beasts are games of prey
Each must run faster to see yet another day
Hunger motivates cunning and speed
T’is only the successful who’s allow’d to feed,
Herein nature the strongest Survive
Only the sharpest minds will remain alive
The lame, weak and old are aims of the kill
One must run with Lions to have ones’ fill…