Dead Eye

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Tiger, Tiger
Born in your cage
Neither space to run
Nor care to rage

Your face de-fanged
Your paws de-clawed
Only sighs escape your passive maw

Your meals are canned
Your eyes are glazed
The children pass you by unfazed.

Your limp belies that symmetry
That mortal hand and eye forgot
Your keeper's denial fraught
With torment eternal, and all for naught

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