Supremacy of The Wise Soul

One wise Cat would be enough to defeat my spirit if I were wrong,
But there were hundreds of Tigers with good stamina chasing me.
And from them, none were able to defeat my spirit,
Because those Tigers were from the zoo and were fed ready-made food.

Domesticated power, no matter how muscular, lacks existential danger.
The true threat comes only from unbound wisdom—
That is free from every venom that exists in this world;
Like a Cat that is freely living in nature,
Is more powerful than the Tiger fed in the zoo.

Tigers are mighty and have a throne; with a strong voice,
But Cat doesn't have any of these, despite its teeth being similar to a Tiger.
Yet, the reality is the tiger still roars in the wilderness,
But now it's asleep due to circumstances in the Cage.
As for the Cat: It has lost its spirit of wildness,
But not the spirit that is enough to counter dogs despite its size.

Oh, lover of liberty, remember this:
Emancipation is not a tombstone constructed for the sake of liberty,
Nor the bare smashing of chains by the might of Bia.
Genuine emancipation is not static, nor a final bit.
It is a continuum of planting—
A transcendental negotiation between autocracy and Hades,
Between the raw proclamation of power and the subtle art of avoidance.

Sovereignty is not always flashed,
It is over and over muttered.
For what muscle may shatter in a moment,
The wise spirit may transcend across ages.
Thus, do not mistake noise for nobility,
Nor wave a white flag.

For sovereignty is not always flashed,
We might not understand the essence of that— Wise Cat.