a new phrase

i've always wanted to ignore it.

i've always thought i had manage to do it.

after all, i don't have much to do with those tigers and hyenas in the old pastures.

my focus was my monkeys,

and the other angels. 

a knife came and stabbed my back.

yes, this continues to be one of the many things that warps common sense.

yes, this continues to be one thing that i should ignore.

after all, i don't seek appreciation from those creatures in the old pastures.

my focus was my monkeys,

and the other angels. 

but i can't help feel a little affected.

i can't call it just an old "pasture" anymore.

such a benign terms hides what really goes on there. 

it is now, to me,

the land where the wings of angels are clipped,

and attached to tigers.

or acronym  LWAWACAT (land where angel's wings are clipped, and attached to tigers)

how not to feel anything,

when the monkeys are in a land where tigers are flying?

the only comfort i can get,

is that the angels continue to protect them,

even if their wings are clipped.