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      Akin to one another, Created by Almighty God, With Africa ... their Mother.  Innate knowledge of God's schemes, Survival of the species, Only kill to eat ... the theme. They teach lessons of the feast, The hunt, the chase, the pounce, the kill, This night, the family eats.  Each night at dusk ... the parade, Creatures, wary and suspicious, Just the young are unafraid. The Serengeti ... nature's stage, Vital roles by vital players, Performance honestly displayed. The drama then unfolds, The actors take their places, For the story to be told. Center stage ... the elephant, Immense, commanding presence, Slow, wise, and tolerant. Simba, with the golden mane, Sovereign, both by grace and deed, Africa's proud claim to fame. Brooding behemoth of the plains, Cape Buffalo in massive herds, Roar through like heavy laden trains. Innocents in prison garb, Tongue in cheek, God costumed them, But did not provide the needed guard. Tall, dignified, with class, Giraffes need looking up to, Standing high above the grass. Tiny hooves on which to prance, Graceful in their chorus line, Gambol rhythmically in dance. Baboons ... His silly clowns, Hyenas ... laughing audience, Warthogs ... pathetic hand-me-downs. The play goes on and on, Roles perfected, as directed, God's production ever strong. In accordance with His plan, The predators, the scavengers, The stagehands for the land. Die free in natural state, Beholden to no man on earth, Be free, as God dictates. Home for the beautiful beasts, Keep thoughtless man outside this land, Leave God's animals in peace.
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