The Lonesome Road

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
Shot by poachers in the night
Soon will any mortal eye
See thy fearful symmetry?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
Hunted for it’s claws so bright
Teeth and skin put in a sack,
To make an aphrodasiac.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
Oh, the nature of your plight,
Lord of the jungle, king of the land,
Dead beneath a hunter’s hand.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
Fade away to the night,
The world of man is death to thee,
Run, run far and be free…

(With apologies to William Blake’s - The Tiger . )

The tiger population is being decimated all over India, and so far Project Tiger has not helped one bit. The poachers have the run of the reserves and most of the officials seem to think that these are “punishment” posts. The reserves require around 42 officers to patrol, but at present there are only 17 officers at any stage. This apathy will soon cause the death of most majestic of felines…

Let’s save the tiger - before it’s too late…