A silhouette under a cave next to a river,
Visible are colors golden, black and silver
Saunters out in the open with a magestic grandeur.
With prying eyes scans the vicinity
Narrowing down a prey and prepares to launch
When I hear a boom from a distant land
And a hunter has been hunted
The prancing tiger slams to the ground
Motionless it makes not a sound
Tugged away from the scene
With a trail of blood, washed away by the stream
Roused by this chaos are three little souls
These cubs are now home alone.
And a mother has been hunted
No milk, no meat, no mother, no life
Home alone, how will we survive ?
This is the fate of our future Kings
Where they matter less and greed wins
A population dwindled to fourteen hundred eleven (1411)
In a few years their stories we will narrate to our children
And that is how a national animal was hunted to extinction.
Visible are colors golden, black and silver
Saunters out in the open with a magestic grandeur.
With prying eyes scans the vicinity
Narrowing down a prey and prepares to launch
When I hear a boom from a distant land
And a hunter has been hunted
The prancing tiger slams to the ground
Motionless it makes not a sound
Tugged away from the scene
With a trail of blood, washed away by the stream
Roused by this chaos are three little souls
These cubs are now home alone.
And a mother has been hunted
No milk, no meat, no mother, no life
Home alone, how will we survive ?
This is the fate of our future Kings
Where they matter less and greed wins
A population dwindled to fourteen hundred eleven (1411)
In a few years their stories we will narrate to our children
And that is how a national animal was hunted to extinction.
No comments:
Post a Comment