The tigress bares her claws
and the mice cowers
What has she done wrong again
Does she need an earthquake to wake her up
The tigress roars
The mice in the hole hears
She shivers
In fear
When will it end
The tigress rages
The anger she spreads
to the others
and redirects
all to the mice
When will what she do suffice
Will all this die
down or she dies
In this kingdom of vicarious anger
The mice at the bottom
being the smallest
is always being preyed on
That is the cycle of life