The Flood
As old as myself when murdered
but he had lived at least an entire life
for each and every one of his years on Earth
More love for and pride in his land and people in one single cell of his body
than the
entire
empire
of cowards
and liars
who dealt
him physical death
could ever dream of having
A son of Ni’ilya and Jabalia
Without need for trophies or regalia
A lion of a man of God
among lions of men of God
with legions of rats pitted against him
who attempted to enact his elimination
Little do they know that countless prides
of lions
are ready
to carry on his work fearlessly
and that his spirit lives on eternally
despite this realm’s requiem