the tiger was feared by everyone
how could they not fear it?
countless destruction has it done
and not a single soul could stop it
the tiger roared day and night
and pounced on everything in sight
no one dared to go near it
for it attacked that touched it
they blamed the tiger for the chaos
they loathed the tiger for the loss
they judged the tiger for the blight
they thought of ways to punish it
they hated, yet never asked
what incited the tiger this way?
what prompted the tiger to be enraged?
what caused its soul to be full of the fray?
they concluded, yet never once get
the blood the tiger had to shed
the burden the tiger had to carry
the pressure it had to endure aweary
they avenged, yet never wondered
how the tiger was full of self-hatred
how the tiger was drowned in loneliness
how it wore its sorrowful guise with wariness
no, nobody would ever understand
the story of the wounded tiger