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The Tiger's Mask (Poem)

Updated: Feb 24

A man wearing a face of a lion

You got to keep the mask on,

Don't you?

The mask of the silent,

Of the one who lurks in the shadows,

And rarely, if at all,

Charges at the potential prey.

You are hiding an antagonist,

Behind the appearance of a passive feline,

As you were taught and praised for doing.

Watch the world around you,

Leaving a pile of dust in your way,

As it enjoys the fresh air,

In an open car and annoying loud music,

While you, of course, remain silent,

For you are the Tiger Man.


You can growl, can use the claws,

But the cage of steel,

Ironically created by yourself,

Is too strong to be broken,

No matter how many peanuts

Are thrown at you,

In the Zoo of Misunderstanding.

You are taller, wider and stronger than most,

Yet you are, and will, rarely show this power,

For you belong in the shadows,

For you are the Tiger-masked Man.


At least you reassure to yourself, at least in thought,

That you are capable of causing havoc,

Physically or mentally,

As you do so in your mind, in solitude.

Isn't it fun creating terror in the minds of your actual antagonists,

As you do so in the mind of your own?

It is, but not for the sake of antagonism itself,

But to return to the sense of safety,

Called, silence.


Perhaps people like kittens and puppies,

More than they do cockroaches and hyenas,

But you will not earn this love as much,

No matter how hard you'll try.

For some, the world is more hostile for some than it is for others,

And thus you ought to be the silent tiger,

Who protects others last, by protecting oneself, first.

That is the purpose of this whole ordeal,

Called, solitude.


It isn't that external attack cause massive damage,

It simply increases the damage

That could be done by the attacked.

The more one is hurt, the more they can hurt,

Hence the risk for both sides.


If we wish to live in peace,

We therefore ought to wear masks

That cover the fire within,

From unwisely bursting out,

Hence why felines -- solitary hunters,

Show little expression

And thus, hunt well.

The wise don't use every opportunity,

To be in conflict.

Unless necessary, it is unnecessary.

Will we ever reach peace?

As long as people would want to,

Punch things and beings, they dislike,

Masks are to be worn,

Even if only the wise will do so.


Since the world is unfair in reception

Why should those in the more shadowy side,

Would want to love the world,

Let alone, be a part of it,

When said world condemns them

For expressing their inherit existence?

Why would a hitting hand be loved,

Even if that hand shows compassion to others?

It is masochism, even if disagreed,

By the hand-spoiled heads.


You got to keep the mask on,

Don't you?

The mask of the silent,

Of the one who lurks in the shadows,

And rarely, if at all,

Charges at the potential prey.

You are hiding an antagonist,

Behind the appearance of a passive feline,

As you were taught and praised for doing,

Like the good cat you are anxious of being.

Curses to the old masters, funded by the State!

Curses to the uncaring, for refusing to understand!

Curses to the harassers, for being blessed with insensitivity!

But in the end, you are on your own on this one,

Aren't you?

There is no guilt,

Nor responsibility,

When it is all public.

The shadows will be the truest of your friends,

For they will not beat up your cold-seeking sword

Like a weapon smith,

Tiger-Masked Man.

Store the imported energy,

Formerly called hostility.

Use it to guide your path,

Towards strength-reinforced peace.

Should hostiles stand in your way,

Regardless of the attempts to backing them off,

Show little mercy,

As in such cases,

Unfortunately,

Only the victor decides the aftermath.


"What the hell is he talking about?"

Only when one is to live or learn the same or similar shoes,

One would properly understand,

How is it, to store,

So many thorns inside;

Cursed demons who won't leave.

Why, thus, add more,

When silence can be used as a shield, a mask?

It's not like they're going to leave anytime soon,

If at all.. Why add more? Why?

The mask, even if hides one from others,

Does not hides one from his own mind.

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Tomasio A. Rubinshtein, Philosocom's Founder & Writer

I am a philosopher from Israel, author of several books in 2 languages, and Quora's Top Writer of the year 2018. I'm also a semi-hermit who has decided to dedicate his life to writing and sharing my articles across the globe. Several podcasts on me, as well as a radio interview, have been made since my career as a writer. More information about me can be found here.

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