Golden Tigers

Golden Tigers


When the last of my golden tigers
expires silently in the Siberian snows
And the final polar bear drowns
in pursuit of food for her cubs
in the constant spring melting times

This you will know 

When the howling wail
of my turbulent waters
hurls through one more innocent village
And the blazing fires
of my thwarted passion and despair
leap through the forests
of deepest devastation

This you will know 

That, though you heard my anguish
in your dreams at night
all through your life,
And rolled over, again and again,
heeding them not ~
Yet I will bless you
little ones

For truly you know not what you do
And I will always love you 

This ~ Yes This
This We will know.


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