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I Know Why the Caged Lev Sings.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
Trapped, he’s looking for his wings.
Marked for erasure, pain or death,
Lev will talk ’til his last breath.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
Silence only buys him slings
And arrows, bile and hate,
So, he has to Lev-itate.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
“Suicide” is not his thing.
Poison hankies, gas for nerves,
Lev would rather dodge and swerve.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
Like Valachi, he’s learned a thing.
Scream out loud, use TV,
Out-run murder, for all to see.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
Gangsters working for the King.
Pence & Rudy, Pomp and Barr,
Run from sunlight, very far.
I know why the caged Lev sings,
Louder and harder he flaps his wings.
All the fuss, all the sound,
Drive his hit-men underground.
I know why the caged Lev sings.
Celebs win the golden ring.
Free from harm, hi-falutin,
Out of reach of even Putin.
I know why the caged Lev roars:
Lev-itation lets him soar.
