I saw the lion's chains drop from his leg
It stood majestic and free.
The earth trembled, the air was tense
I heard the chains come off his leg.
Foolishly I thought, after me, he is not.
The pasture is plenty. The bounty is full.
I can hide, I can protect, pretend not to be,
depending on me.
If not for You, who would know?
The power is too strong,
reject I cannot.
If not for You,
the next meal, I would be.
BOZICA GRSKOVIC, 2001