Scars & Stripes
Poem by Sharako
William Lail Siefferman 2-27-09
Art Š Werepuppy
The day of manhood came
Like the sharp blade of a sword
Battle done in the heat of the savanna
The shimmer of the metal on the young boy
The Juvenile Hyena forced to do battle
With their sworn enemy
The Lion unsuspecting of what the day would yield
Sitting by the waterhole, Proud and Strong
Showing off his masculine body
Hoping to attract a mate, and start a pride
To continue the species
The Hyena took the Lion off guard.
Grazing the lions side
Crimson leonine blood flowed to the ground
Perpetuating the feud that had started before the beginning of time
The Lion swiped back with his claws
Raking the Hyenas face, almost blinding the young boy
The boy undeterred by the claws, swung with his might
The Blade stained with the blood of innocence
Sliced hard into its foe, consuming the life of the gentle beast
The Hyena returned a man, killer of the innocent
This was a poem I did based on a piece Werepuppy did. I wish I could have bought it.
This picture reminds me that what makes a man is not always Noble or Just. Becoming a man is a self journey that all boys take. What we chose to accept from our elders is not always right or what we know to be the heart of growing up.