White tiger build nations
Stripes showing age and count all
the ways to feast so fantastic.
The apes make safe some future
Forgotten, but protect your young
Oh tired ones or they may be the mark
of old White's delight.
Fire is fire and rain is our friend
but such bitter spices invaded our soup
At the root of the flourishing tree.
The quick stripped leaves, inequitably green
And blinding the eyes of our predator's soul,
Will make men into gods and gods into me.
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