Who Is Wild?

A poem comparing the wild, specifically tiger, to the human race. Written with heart and least wisdom of words.

Tiger sire you sure do kill,

But just to give your stomach a fill.

We humans kill for fun,

Looking for reasons all but one.

Be it oil or envy,

We can’t love if someone’s free.

We draw the borders for no need,

Then fight over with hearts of greed.

Tiger sire you protect your land,

We do the same for no reason at hand.

Guarding food is your aim,

Feeding pride is our game.

Tiger sire we call you wild,

But I look at us with a perplexed mind.

You treat tigers all the same,

We treat us based on race.

Be it color or the speech,

Our differences find no breach.

Tiger sire you don’t have god,

We have many and lose our thoughts.

We preach god and fake love,

With love for self placed all above.

Your life knows forests and the wild,

We have nations where patriots die.

When nation unites but not divide,

We split states far and wide.

Tiger sire if you adore,

None stops you from your love.

We have race, religion, and name,

When those don’t suffice we call fame.

Love for us needs approvals,

We call the family and the preachers.

Tiger sire you have rules,

We claim them but follow the fools.

Fighting and dividing is our need,

Humanity is a word in thesaurus’ feed.

We call us human and you the wild,

But I baffle with a puzzled mind.

A brave thought I do write,

Wild is humane and we the wild.

I lose my life for my race,

There’s helplessness on my face.

The more I think I hate em further,

Me with humans just talk and chatter.

We claim to speak as our right,

No actions from rulers our plight.

I say this not for prose,

But with a heart lost for words.

Wild and its beings are life,

We all are just urban termites.

Migration

This is not a poem, but some lines of analogy



Just like one wildbeest in its herd of millions, you move with your race.

There are places that you go to, but are surrounded by walls of limbs.

Views are obstructed, landscapes hidden.

Bodies swarm over you, and time passes you by.

Head is down and you march ahead, your eyes see a monotonous view.

Nothing seems new in life, you visit places but don't see them.

You move in a herd, so live like a wildbeest.

Find a solution is what you say.

Here I tell you what is my way.

Break free to see the land, run away to feel the breeze.

Shout loud to be heard, make haste to the land of dreams.

Move out from the haven of herd, fight predators with the will of god.

If you survive you will live,

If you don't you would have lived.

Migrate to greener pastures, not hidden within the herd but in the front flying high.