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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