The Wolf

NOTE: A kinda cool poem I wrote a few days ago. Sorry things have been slow on the blog; I've been incredibly busy these last few weeks.

Everyone loves the mighty lion
The way he stands so regal
So proud
The way his mane is like a crown
The way he roars
Like a commandment
One you can’t help but follow
He is worshipped like a king
Never seen with sorrow
People bow to him
They must do as he says
People commit their lives to him
Watching him day by day

But no one remembers the wolf
Just as the lion is worshipped
For his goodness and his grace
The wolf is feared and hated
Can’t leave his place
His acts are seen as evil
No one gives him a second thought
He is hated by all
And loved by no one
Even though he is the same as the lion
The same size
The same power
The same ideals
But the lion is right
And the wolf is wrong
And no one loves the wolf