The
tigers want to roar
Living
without the meat
They
have to make the point
Else
where to find it?
Walking
to the back door
They
dream of the load
The
fingers are itching to go
The
paws will keep on hold
But
where is the meat?
They
still dream of it
Throwing
caution to the wind
They
ease the conditions
The
flow will begin
Will
the bad dream return?
The
back door isn't full of light
It
smells of bad odour
The
tigers want to roar
Coming
out from the jungle
They
want to eat the raw
But
Covid 19 stops the draw
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