Caroline wrote this
IS THERE HOPE?
I am the tiger; I gaze across my lands,
That once were in abundance, but now are desert sands,
My kindred spirits are but few, scattered all around the Earth,
Never to stand again, upon their place of birth,
The one called man so many signs; he chooses not to see,
Which are fast becoming, reality,
I turn and run, but I cannot hide,
Freedom is something, I have been denied,
Concrete jungles, weave their web,
Invasions begun, and continues to spread,
Time slips by, I am alone,
Fear takes hold, where is my home,
The sight of destruction, the odour of despair,
How can so many, be unaware,
Technology advanced, the lust for power,
Shortening life spans, by the hour,
To sustain the furthering need,
Of man the hunter, so filled with greed,
To fulfil his passion, but can he win the game,
For when there is nothing, who will remain,
For if life’s interplay, does not take place,
There is no hope for any race,
As we all have, our part to play,
To continue the cycle, of each new day,
The way of the world, it can be changed,
If we can only but rearrange,
Thoughts and voices, focused as one,
To perpetuate a future for everyone.