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I thought I was the king of the jungle,

until a true tyrant arrived

and took over my domains.

He has cornered me, with all my subjects,

into reserves of fragile borders that shrink day by day.

Like in the courts of medieval castles,

whose walls are often decorated

with portraits of former monarchs,

the hairy heads of my ancestors

adorn as a trophy, as a tribute to ignominy,

the walls of mansions of hunters of prey.

That’s why I now say that I’m the king of nothing.