A tiger's eyes are narrowed.
He sees only prey.
Crouching behind peace, talons are readied.
Barriers begin to fall and the crouch becomes ruthless.
Fangs bare signaling the attack.
The prey moves closer, eyes fixed on their target.
People rise to halt the attack, but are stared into submission.
The tiger strikes and the talons slash.
They bow and die.
War is blind.
War ends when there is nothing.
Peace rises again.
"The Tigers Talons" gives the nourishment to make minds grow.
It feeds the soul with wisdom and stimulates the eyes to see
the picture of freedom.
Thank You for posting this jewel, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
wow! Peace rises again indeed.
the tiger is doing what he has to ...instinct ageless and food.
But peace is never -ending..is it!
Thank God!
PEACE TO YOU TOO',
Rich Criso Suarez