Tiger

Tiger

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night;
Dappled light on furrowed brow,
What careless loss hath man wrought now?

In what distant fields or woods
Has your kind been gone for good!
Oh lost hope is not our creed,
We used our greed to do this deed!

Stripes of onyx on amber strides,
We raped your kind, you can not hide!
And when thy heart lay still and dry,
Perhaps by then we learn to cry!

Bullets, traps, dogs, the like,
Chased you deep into that dark night.
At times you taunted from bamboo lairs,
Places so tight a man not dare!

Your kind is leaving,
tis sad our loss!
We beat our chests,
death has no boss!

Stars threw down their spears on you
And water'd heaven with their tears
You lay their, dying, filled with fear!

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Another day you shall not see.

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests, one last night:
What immoral hand or eye,
Took your fire and made you cry?

Adapted and altered by Mundy Hackett, based upon the famous poem entitled 'The Tyger" by Sir William Blake!

Save the tiger, save the planet, save those things which we wantonly destroy through our greed and incessant pursuit for domination of the natural world. The planet is a living organism, the tiger is but one example of the fire beating in it's heart, but with each tiger lost in the wild the fire burns a little less brightly. Don't let the fire go out, save the tiger, save the world!