Lurks in the shadows- mingles with blades tall.
Parting them to peep
at a game that opens into- gunshots and ricochets,
Bursts of blood and rain.
Spurts of life driven out of his own…
His own, who gave him life,
licks of love and warmth.
She, who launched him
to his own love for pungence - the colour red
She, who gave him his form.
Jungle demon yellow little,
Paint strippen’ black.
He doesn't deserve a death - nor pity
Just his country back!
He stands in awe
at the gasps, the chokes,
the groans in full colour – raw.
(He's witness to massacre…)
He stands there clueless -
before those misty eyes
that stare at him,
and then into nothingness.
Jungle demon yellow little,
Paint strippen’ black.
He doesn’t deserve a death - nor pity
Just his country back!
7 comments:
beautiful.
extremely well written
yes he does! couldnt have been put in better words :)
n sorry for replying so late but were u d man behind dat ad??
nice. instead of the ads blabbering about saving the tiger though, encourage unprotected tiger sex!!
@ MJ - Actually the issue is more about not killing the outcome of the unprotected tiger sex.
Hence the blabbering ads. Not to say that the creatives couldn't have been better though.
bloody brilliant!
a good expression of your mind.This fire would lit a forest fire to fight against the big cat poaching
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