The Lone Wolf
A joyous wolve,
Dwindled to the mud running down its leg
From birth, a festive life lies ahead.
The thrill of the pursuit
Weighed more than what the pack seized,
For there was consistent food
Ready at dinner’s desire
Brother and brother,
Sisters and sisters,
Joined hands for what was the final time unity
Shaped this youthful pack
For order established,
Meant unequal roles
And no longer can one look from eye to eye
As implementation took place,
Jealousy and Lust was always on the back of the minds
Of less fortunate wolves
Hateful looks fill from place to place,
Nowhere to hide
As there need be hunters and mothers,
But always must the lone wolf stay back
Leading from astray,
Leaders always dictated never being seen
From accomplishing inferior tasks,
For will mark the insignificance of a leader
So higher always meant isolation,
From the thrills of daily life,
From the joy of parenthood,
Always must remain vigilant, pack said,
And always must the lone wolf answer
Cracks appeared from the holes that once were ignored,
No longer did wolves see equality,
Belittling inequity,
From dust till dawn
No longer did dusk carry its luminescent glow of a new day,
But the impending success of survival
For the pack,
Always for the pack
Never once more appreciating the
Superficial things life
Packed.
Context
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