Sunday, November 22, 2015

the power game never last

The tiger roars
The sound shivers the weak
As he walks in the jungle
The place he thinks he knows well

The weakling bow
Afraid to say a word
Eyes averted minds plotting
The downfall for the mighty

There are many bootlickers
They want to share the power game
They want to feel how great they are
Walking behind the shadow

The tiger roars
The silence stay
Nobody makes a sound
Until whirring sound of bullets fly

The tiger feels the pain
Running wild and disappear
The hunters rush out to chase
In the forest the tiger disappears

It is better to stay humble
Do the right way all the times
The steps we shall take
The steps we shall return


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