The Tiger's Den (Poem) - Ozymandias

Amidst the jungle’s myriad cries
Beyond the brightness of the skies,
Marked with bones and drying gore
And a fearful dreadful roar
I am the mighty tiger’s den!

Now when men have come to stay
And sow and reap and cry and play,
The roars still echo in the night
And the weak avoid my sight:
I am the awful tiger’s den!

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Do read this one fully.
Usually explanations are unnecessary for what inspired the poem. But in this case, understanding Ozymandias's Waghbil connection was useful.
Aparna