Born in a dark cage, they never knew,
The freedom of the wild, so true.
Their world was bars and concrete floors,
Instead of leaves and trees and roars.
Their captors saw them as a prize,
To breed and sell, no compromise.
Their value as a product sealed,
Their worth as living beings concealed.
No chance to run, no chance to play,
No chance to live in a natural way.
Their destiny was long ago set,
To be turned into tiger-bone wine and debt.
Born in captivity, they knew no different,
But still, their lives were not insignificant.
May we recognize their worth and right,
To live with dignity and in the light.
© Tim Gorski 2023
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