OF MEN AND LIONS

[OF MEN AND LIONS]
THE MUSIC... TRIBAL DRUM SOUND...
http://youtu.be/x7KynfHRL9Y

Lion on plain rises and emits a subsonic roar which rolls off into the distance...
Pulsing in the air.
In a city in the modern land Amerikkka a man arises from the briefest of sleeps and touches a keyboard.
He emits an alphabetic roar which leaves some cringing in its wake...
The sound akin to the scream of a billion bees.
The lion hungry stands and looks at the herd, he sees one weak and charges...
A slap of the hind leg... a sink of the teeth into the jugular and the lion eats meat.
He is complete.
The man hungry looks at the screen as he hunts his prey... He sees it as it stands and he pounces in... Quickly applies pressure so that it makes not another sound.
He sinks his teeth in...
Knowledge floods his taste buds.
He is complete.
The lion sniffs at the air and smells his old enemy man... One so frail yet so cunning.
The lion knows that if he wants to take him he must do it quick...
He chooses to walk away...
Maybe he and man shall meet again some day.
Maybe it is fate.
The man looks at the masses and smells the fear... He sees his old foe ignorance still makes a mighty stand.
The man knows that if he is to challenge him it must be done strategically.
The knowledge that he has eaten tells him to walk away.
He and ignorance shall meet again some day.
It is fate.
The lion emits a sonic roar which strikes fear in the heart of man... He knows that he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and walks into the rising sun.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must face man.
The mans scroll roars from the cyberpage and strikes fear in the heart of man... He know he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and steps out among the masses.
The rising sun caresses his head.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must awaken man.
It is time.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY