Looking at the picture, i see a tiger being held on my a leash and is led by a man.
I place myself in the stead of the tiger and feel a strong push of humility and lowliness. This animals and known for their strength and brutality in the jungle but here it is in captivity, tamed and used as a source of sport and amusement. Fallen from it position of strength and lying at the mercy of another creature.
What height of humility is this,
When the mighty gets dragged in a chain,
All to amuse a rival!
Oh! What tricky balance dangles above,
When the strong is on the lowly end of the leash!
Striding in slaving majesty,
Roaring to the sound of captivity!
The sun no longer raises on the jungle of it prowess,
Nor does it rays keep hugging the green of it conquest!
It wakes to the claps of a master,
And the mocking chuckle of amused children,
Eager to unleash the unknown lashes,
Of it whip of moral defeat!
No longer does it shaking roar of royalty,
Bring to it ears the sounds of fleeing hoolves,
Nor does it growl,
Forces bring to life the gurgling noise of the near death throat!
Only the barks of the challenging dog,
And the bragging cloaks of the nursing hen!
It running is no longer for it glory,
Neither is it speed building up it honor,
But it now goes to grace its master,
And fills the sporting spirit of a jeering audience,
And feeds the ego of its owner,
With the cheering noises!
No more taking it meal from the choicest of its humble subjects,
Nor the fruitful part of the jungle palace,
It eats of the humble remnants,
It resting straw lingers in holding cages,
And is confined to a peasant abode!
Oh! What a fall it is!
When the sun sets on his golden majesty,
And raises on it humble servitude!
What if his golden majesty breaks free?
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