The fox to the lion

They say you are royal
They glorify every murder you commit
They glorify the terror you cast in our hearts
Oh my friend they want to be like you
And like you they want skulls in their den

They spit on me
Saying I am a curse on this earth
How they hate me for my cunning

But my mighty friend
I don't have your prowess to kill
But I too have my kids waiting in my hole for a meal
And you tell me how do I get a meal 

My friend
All your glory is just a accident of birth
And so is this weak body of mine and my cunning

And like me you too afraid to explore unknown lands
Like me you too don't challenge the gods