Hunting Tigers

You love them like me, so:

You pray,

You hope,

You donate,

You help,

You share,


You hunt, 

You kill,

You endanger,

You skin,

You cage.

Bright! Bright!

In the burning light,

The fear dances in its eyes in fright.

What kind of heart?

Does this kind of art?

The chain,

Steals it’s brain,

It fights to get out of its grasp.

Is it scared of its deadly clasp?

Here’s the rain of spears,

And the millions of tears.

Tiger! Tiger!

In the burning light,

You won’t escape with your life,



This poem is about: 
Our world


Jan Wienen

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