This is not just a letter
But a struggle to break away
From your friendship cage
You of the hyena dynasty
One that vets not its prey
So you taught me to feed
On the remnants of the lion kingdom.
Under your iron fist
You've led me to carcase feast
I foolishly devour along
Even the rotten beasts
You have infected me
With a malady called greed
Where a full tummy is all that matters.
So we feed on sickly wild pigs for breakfast
Compete with vultures for tea break
Haggle over one long-dead gazelle for lunch
A thousand of us each a piece of the corpse
We wait for others to kill the prey
To enjoy the best the jungle can offer
While we later scramble in the garbage bin.
I now must find a new friend
One of the lion kingdom
One who patiently studies the herd
One who picks on the tender prey
Without blemish and for himself
Chases till from it he sips fresh juices of life
One to whom a carcase is an abomination
One who despises remnants of other predators.
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