Tigers
Felix Dennis
When men apply to rise to fame
And test the sun with candle flame,
The spur that sets all such apart
Are tigers tearing at their heart.
Love and hate are but the fees
Such tigers gift their enemies,
Neglectful of the famished rage
That paces in a sunless cage.
If we could learn what love is for
And love ourselves a little more,
What gentler lives might tigers live:
Ourselves it is we must forgive.
