Tiger...Tiger...

Tiger, tiger in the cage
Races back and forth
In quiet rage,
Gone is the jungle
Where he was
Wild and free
To hunt or rest
Beneath a tree
Till he lost his liberty,
Now, people stare
At him all day,
Children mock him
In their cruel way,
At night he dreams
The bars are gone,
He'd eat those nagging
Creatures to the bone
And then return
To his old home.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz