Little did we know

Of the struggle between

Nature’s inclination,

And the powers that be.

Of corruption that was weaving

Its way through the streets,

Past the bedrooms of children,

Into the hearts of the police.

Little did we know of the fire that raged

Beneath the iron floor

Of the lion’s cage.

Or of the venom-dipped spear

That would spoil his blood,

Before the show was over,

Before the lever would be pulled.