the lioness looked down, she was full of sorrow

words had been invented to communicate

but it was because of words that she got

misunderstood and now she was hurt

her tremendous roar in the night woke up the sleeping beasts

they stared around frightened and got closer one to the other

it was a bewildering howl that shook her entire body

made the earth tremble and slashed the air trees violently shook

the resounding echo that bounced back her despair

made her startle she lifted her head in proud defiance

against the deafening sound against her uncontainable pain

opened wide her mouth and roared a second never-ending time

the entire jungle shivered at the touch of her broken heart

no one dared to move it pierced their skins it went through

their skulls it strangled their throats reawakening in them the

terror of the sight of their own blood

Anny Ballardini