Wild Jungle

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