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A Tiger Speaks - The final Segment




A Tiger Speaks
The final Segment



My baby's name is Raja
I protect her with my life
 
Will it be today
That I walk down a familiar path
To step into a steel trap placed
There by you
 
Raja would then be left to die alone
In a world that she is not ready
To face on her own
 
Becoming the hunted
The jungle would claim her as its own
The Jackals and others would complete
Our circle of life
 
As sad as my heart is to this realization
Whom do you think I would prefer
To be the victor
 
The jungle or you
 
Your traps
I wonder if it bothers you at all
That it takes six of you to release
This tool of death
 
I guess
That is a pretty stupid question
 
If it bothered you
Your trap would not be placed
 
It needs to bother someone!
 
You pick a time when water is scarce
And you poison my place to bring
Raja to drink
 
Protecting her as we walk
I would bring her to her death
Myself soon to follow her
 
Do you not drink when you are thirsty
What better way to be assured that
We will be your trophy even though
The hunt is not played fairly
 
You leave poison carcasses for me
To find to carry to my baby
 
She will eat before myself
Will she die before my eyes
Just before I draw my last breath
Of life as well
 
You hunt me for my fur
 
You kill me to grind my bones
Into fine powder for your potions
 
You wear my fangs
Around your necks as charms
And hang my head upon your walls
As a symbol of your bravery and cunning
 
Take a good look at me!

Can I not reach you with my plea
 
To the hunters and the poachers
I know my cause is of no consequence
 
But ...
What about you
 
You who reads these words and say
to yourself 'Oh, what a shame!'
 
I may one day be only this . . . .
A picture upon a computer screen

Or perhaps I will be found only in a textbook
For your future generations to explore
Under the heading of
 

The Tiger Once Was . . .
 

Does this fact truly not matter to you?
 
 
Original by Lesa Gay
aka
Aspiring Angel
 
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