The Last Tiger

The Last Tiger I want to die But I do not want to be the last of my kind Roaming the jungle Looking for another But she is not here She was killed Not in an attack She was killed for greed Humans jealous of her beauty Set a trap and walked away Her foot was caught As she walked down the path She struggled and cried As the wire cut into her leg Hoping for someone to save her Her eyes teared Her growls became mere whispers It was not a painless death She suffered beyond reason For what For someone to make money For someone to have a beautiful coat Or was she killed just for fun Remember, you will miss her as I do And you will miss me when my day comes Especially when your kids ask you a question When they ask, “What is a tiger” And all you can say is “We killed them all” And then you will change the subject And you will feel the guilt