Extinction of the Tiger

You bleed on the floor, with wounds made of piercing metal

You are the ruined man who crawls along shattered kingdoms

All this and you decide to leave us empty-handed

Your skin once useful is now stained with infectious truth

Mother and father, brother and sister, lie beside you

They are gone, because of you

You walk across the world as though you are a lion

Not a mere insignificant, absurd collection of fur and organs

In this world, you tread through damp and miserable leaves

Searching for a meal, one fought for in battle

A worthless way to live

You attempt to hide amongst the trees to pounce

Such a worthless way to live

Instead, provide furs, coats and warmth

Give up your life, give up your breath

Give up your beating heart

Let those around you live while metal stings your breathless lungs

Do not live again, do not breathe again

You are needed for furs, coats and warmth

You are a waste of space on this planet – be gone