A Tiger's Demise
A TIGER'S DEMISE
Mother with your precious child
Danger is waiting in the wild
You live in prison but you're unaware
AND
The human species seem not to care
Once you were many
Now hardly any
They see not your true worth
Measuring value by weighing a purse
You'll soon be gone and others in kind
Those who have taken you will soon find
Gold pays not for such lives as yours
Guilty lives worthless, defiled, deplored
Greed is the force of your demise
BE IT KNOWN:
Greed's practitioners soul too dies
"Tiger tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night"
ELIZABETH SMITH
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