Saffron Tiger - Skinned

The Saffron Tiger- Skinned.

The saffron tiger crouches,
Snarling at them all,
"Be I the king bow to me!",
Freedom's awaited fall!

But no,  many see not its fall
And with joy within they sing " Aye!"
While witnesses of the collapse
Find their will, in fear, fly.

Then the tiger smiles in content,
Laying itself in the den's dark
Licking its paws at victory's eve
While I bear it's dreadful mark.

The next sun, the rays reach down
And mark the reign of the king new
I shudder in fear, I shudder in fury
Sensing the grass devoid of dew.

He roared once and roared twice,
Hunted the deer, and roared thrice,
And murdered again more of the kind,
Then stood I for the price.

"Meet my eyes, oh wretched fool,
What  king be you who devours and strikes
What lord be you who stands clueless
Unaware with bliss of awaiting spikes.

Eating more than what you must,
Filling your tummy without care,
Go on,  for I await the day,
When burst will your tummy, fall will your lair.

You cut their legs and laugh a fit,
Unseeing that you shall fall as well,
For the day be not so far away,
When none as food herein shall dwell.

What then shall you do, oh foolish saffron
Rest by the burrow and devour the grass?
Lose your stripes and lose your vigour
Whilst vultures shall eat your living carcass.