April 24, 2012 at 1:42 pm (Poetry, World)
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You must be dismayed at whats become of your life
The threats, the struggle, evading the fights
Land closes in on what was once rightly your home
Habitat loss has left you with streets to roam
Youre an icon, beloved, magnificent and revered
A life force so powerful, humans aspire to achieve
And to possess these attributes that you only hold
Humans created medicinal myths to take your soul
And the tears fall down across the earth
For the death of each Tiger which humans made cursed
A cure, a status symbol for money and greed
Your rights taken away for the consumption of vile human needs
But you are the balance in biodiversity
An Apex predator, such a vital need
For if you were gone, if you go extinct
The forests would crumble and the surrounding life would shrink
All the money on earth cannot replicate nature
Although some humans think they are powerful creators
They genetically inbreed you to create “pretty” colours
An appalling trend for tourism and uneducated others
For every stick that beat you, every gun that shot you
Every arrow that pierced you and every knife that cut you
You are still alive against all odds
A survival specialist, I thank God
One day I tracked you through a forest so remote
To check on your cubs, your health, your home
In this one place no human was near
You laid beside the stream, no menace, no fear
As I watched this freedom so few of your kind feel
I knew without doubt just what you need
No camera’s, no noise, no human’s, no cage
Just the right to be free and live to your natural age
The mountain peaks are inaccessable and secluded
Your eyes scanned the cliffs, youre going there I concluded
You are not safe and as much as I want you to stay
Go my friend Tiger, run far far away
