I am a tiger cursed with the stench of extinction.
My days are numbered by a bullet prophesy
spoken from the tip of a gun.
I’ve been robbed of generations
so I could be a trophy for egos
high on death and greed.
My DNA holds the glory of adaption,
water survival, isolation, bold stripes.
I am the glory of perseverance.
Sumatra, you are my home.
I cry you can’t save me from humans
infected with the myopic vision of blood lust.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
You can read more about the Sumatran tiger here. This beautiful animal is nearing extinction. Poaching and deforestation are the enemies to their survival.
Photo credit: By Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK (Sumatran Tiger 5 Uploaded by tm) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Comments
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Why don't we do it right
to your fearsome symmetry
to let you be and let you stay
My heart beets for the tiger too.
likely extinction/destruction of this magnificent creature is a testament to the
wickedness and vileness of mankind.