As One feeds and feels fatter
The Tiger chews on One’s grey matter.
Take flight, One might…
No win for One who stands to fight.
Relentless is the Tiger’s chase
Pointless is the human’s race
If not to stand and face the beast
One’s demise will be the feast
The predator devours those that cower
Those at peace will summon power
To tame the beast
Without a fight
The weapon of choice?
One’s inner light.
12/10/20
