Pride and the Predator
The warship bears a flag once feared—
A symbol raised though truth’s unclear.
The might of empire rides again,
Yet underneath, the ghost of men.
A battle fought may not be won
When justice hides behind the gun.
The leopard waits with emerald eyes,
A stillness poised for soft surprise.
It does not roar, it simply sees—
A presence honed by centuries.
To be this fierce, to be this wise,
Is strength that neither stalks nor tries.
