A Poem.
WhiteTiger-I roam these empty lands,I don't have any demands,My fur is shimmering red with blood,It looks like iv been rolling in red mud,My race is depleted not many of us left,This has been just like a great Humungous theft,Of life and souls and our families,We are hunted by many agencies,As another tiger falls,Its pelt will be hanging on walls,No more life left for me,I am forced to go join thee,Now i stand tall,No white left at all,If they want to face my might,I AM NOT GOING DOWN,WITHOUT A FIGHT!By,Lukas