Taka : Lost Leader of The Lion Guard


My father named me Taka,
Swahili for dirt,
Or in the land of Pride,
A father left his son in the frozen hands
Of a shameful river.

Brother, have you listened to the sound
Of a femur breaking from the weight of a second son?

A nerve losing its way,
In a field uglier than its own spit,
Or a fireplace becoming a thumbnail
Of a land burning.

What is a leader if not a mouthpiece
For a kingdom in flames.

What is a king if not a mirror
To watch the lungs of his brother explode.

What is a scar if not meant,
To reveal the opening of a bleeding wound.

(Written from the point of view of Scar, from The Lion King)

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