the tiger gains his respect through gore

such a villainous act, this deploring war

but the tiger still looks out at the shore

and listens wistfully to the people's lore

what knowledge can you gain from he

that knows how it goes, and how he must be?

just that necessity rules; bow must sincerity

and pretend to forget every ounce of morality.

yes, pretend, because there's no way it's real

it simply can't be that to others we kneel

with true faith, and prayers acting as deals

vehemently protesting every true sensation we feel

bow your head, not in reverence but shame

to your identity, I won't give a name

for a tiger in the zoo may appear to be tame

but for him, and for me, this is but a game