Alone in the sands
The fields was yellow
It lost its greenery
What could have happened?
Make haste, get the soothsayers

Even the palms
They swayed not
Not that the beauty was lost
But in their dance
Lies that Sweet sound

I could see the cloud
Far from thence
This mystery we must solve
A puzzle we must demystify

As the pride passed by
The King followed behind
Abomination! A Lion King leads from the front
Whatever caused this blackness
Surely permeated his kingdom
His pride was hurt

Let's call the wise one
Suggested the Mice
For the King speaketh not
Like a sprinter he arrived
The wise old Tortoise
Only him has the answer

He conjured; poured wine
That their king may live
He made several atonements
To the lords of the night
Then his offering was accepted
The secrets were revealed

I have seen him fight
But today, it is not by strength
He has lost his Queen
The Queen of his heart
Who can atone the Lion King
None!

And just suddenly
Her heart belongs to another
But how can he fight
When he is disadvantaged
How can he fight
When he is seen as a weakling
He had lost his pride

Where do we go from here?
The wise one said
Like a well rehearsed song
All chanted in solidarity
Forward!
Fall eight times, rise the night

And so it happened
The pride of the King
Has just fallen for another
None can appease him
But in him lies greatness
For surely, he will rise again

And who knows, just maybe
He will find love again
It never happened before
But the Lion King cried
Who will clean his tears?
Who?

Babatunde Raimi (c)