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
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