The fetid scent caused by the basking hearth of the heaven`s star
It`s beams dancing on the putrefying deer lay sordidly on the ford,
Hovering above the vulture swoops majestically the insipid predator
Angling for it`s malodorous feast in grotesque flight in down steed.
Lurking by the parched gorge loaming over the tawny undergrowth
The dingy hyena loiters in the verdure trailing the distinctive pungent,
Sublimely the scavenger takes off swarthy like a crow perching on a bough
Unilaterally the hideous foul creature mangles hoarding it`s prey in content.
Swift and meteoric in sight a black maned lion pounces on its charge
slitting the mandible of the hyena in one hefty stroke grogging it down,
Anguished and supined on the ruggard boulders of the perennial ravine
It lets out a melancholy howl reverberating the jungle a hollow wail in vain.
One man`s trash is another mans bread in this world clogged by double-standards
Engulfed by obtuse greed the obverse yoke ensnarling the very core of our souls.
