The cub was half blind,
easy for men to find.
Had a beautiful life,
but not for long he was alive.
He was a prince,
born a few months since.
He roamed the deepest,
through the trees in the forest.
He met a group of hunters,
not knowing they were sinister.
His blindness made it easy to be caught,
with a gun he was shot.
They made him into a curio,
with a picture to make people like me curious.
Present in a corner of a plush room,
belonging to a gentleman born with a silver spoon.
I want to hug him tight,
and whisper to him polite.
“sorry my dear for the mankind,
Having been so brutally unkind”.
I draw your fiery face as an art,
with a highly wrenching heart.
When the eyes to be drawn are due,
I pay my tribute to you
Let the international tiger day,
be the eye opener’s way,
to respect the king as a king and never as a curio.
