Of Tigers, and Those who Love Them – © 2001 David Holt

 

Fur of fire-orange

Stripes of black;

Will you survive

The relentless human attack?

 

Some humans love you,

More then anything else;

They don't wish to lose you

But someone tolls your bell.

 

Those that would hunt you

Take your body, take your skin;

They are oblivious

To committing the sin.

 

We who love you

Sit in sad, silent

And frustrated outrage.

 

Sometimes we scream

Other times we cry;

We can't stand to see

Even one of you die.

 

We who Love you;

We can’t understand

The atrocities placed upon you

At other humans’ hands.

 

We mourn your every passing

With our silent prayer;

With choking tears; with cries of rage;

We hope we help others learn to care.

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