A race that torture and submit

How you suck dry my will to live

How you bring bottled despair

For a project into your delusion,

Because meddling with another's river

You can, getting a fake tourism tiger,

Innocent and sad, a prey for the weak,

Those who convince themselves

Whose míope regard saw a tiger

Tiger tiger, burning bright, one turned off

So sad for being part of a race that breaks

Breaks beauty and strength,

A race that torture and submit

A people of fake Apex predators

Nor predators but cattle,

Warnn off animals taken to limit.

All those horrors history cannot admit

So I am horrified by my fiend, but don't submit

While regarding that monster

In the rear view mirror

Appearing closer than he is

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