Tiger, tiger, turning right,
In the forests of the night,
How could thinking, caring mind
Desire thee not fair food to find?
Lambs are sweet, and pigs are, too;
The right path is the best for you—
To have your fill in innocence
And not be hated for good sense.
The law of nature rules thy soul—
In strength to have the most control,
Nor sacrifice to weak and tame,
Nor let a “kindness” take thy game.
Tiger, tiger, don’t turn left,
Or you’ll be of your life bereft.
Democracy will feed with fear,
And next you know you’ll not be here!