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