The Lamb and The Tiger

I was a Lamb with an Eternal Flame,
I was dumb, I was lame,
Was running along, was insane,
Then it struck me hard with Pain,

This lamb, no soup, no curry,
In life never had to hurry,
Kept it calm and let it bury,
No debt of pain no chance of recree,

The flame burnt with flare,
Even when against the wind,
It had the gut to give an arrogant stare,
Still in arrogance, but shall bear.

No more a lamb, as it might seem,
It is a tiger inside the spleen,
Breathing steady and pounding clean,
Not to the sinners but the Sins obscene.

The tiger see and pounce on the Lamb,
The subsistence mistaken,
The humility misconstrued,
The tiny tiger was indeed being rude,
The Lamb stable and Calm
As a Herculean prelude,

Not a matter of might or power upright,
Its the flesh in the attitude that shall fight,
Blood shall be the thoughts and sight,
Lamb shall know if this is Right.

~ Lutarai