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Click hereAuthor's note: this is allegorical poem about
truth vs ignorance. It's written in the hope that
a few might understand.
The Tiger
The tiny village lived in fear;
A terrible tiger was lurking near.
Crops in the fields went untended;
No one wanted their life ended.
Men and women and children were taken;
Living people eaten like bacon.
Warriors cowered by the village fire;
Afraid to arouse the tigers ire.
A frail old man in the background listened;
Brave men turned coward made teardrops glisten.
He sadly returned into his hut;
"How can we be in such a rut?"
He took his spear down from the wall;
He'd rather die from the tiger's maul.
Out of the village he calmly strode;
Into the forest along the road.
From deep in the bushes he heard a deep sound;
The tiger was snoring with no one around.
Silently forward the old man crept;
Old though he was, he was not inept.
He drew close and noted the breeze;
It was in his face not back of his knees.
He raised his spear and drew his arm back;
Then thrust the spear into the shadows black.
Out of the bushes came a loud roar;
Out of his hand the spear was tore.
The frightened old man backed away;
Hope was slim that he'd live the day.
From the bushes the tiger burst;
The old man's aim could not have been worse.
He saw the shaft that was his spear;
It was hanging from the tiger's ear.
Back toward the village the old man fled;
The tiger chasing wanted him dead.
The tiger however was out of luck;
For in his ear that spear still stuck.
The shaft dragged along upon the ground;
It snagged on rocks and bush around.
The race was close, there was no doubt.
A warrior saw the tiger and gave a shout.
The warriors jumped and grabbed their spears;
Not from bravery but from their fears.
Into their midst the old man ran;
The tiger behind not giving a damn.
A warrior thrust for the tiger's heart;
Others joined and pierced it's parts.
The tiger fell to it's knees and died;
The village rejoiced and voiced it's pride.
The little old man who had given his all;
was not present in the hall.
Alone and content on his bed he laid;
A job well done needs no parade.
The tiger's hide was tanned and mounted;
The warriors involved named and counted.
But no one named the hero here;
The little old man who took his spear;
and pricked the tiger in his ear.
The old man who took his spear
& stuck it in the Tiger's ear !?!
Gr-8 Political lines : happens in Politics , Corporates & in the Military often enough : thnx for sharin' ! 5-ed .
The old man who took his spear
& stuck it in the Tiger's ear !?!
Gr-8 Political lines : happens in Politics , Corporates & in the Military often enough : thnx for sharin' ! 5-ed .