Like a wounded tiger
The night groans
Lying in its blood
Oozing drop by drop
On the wet grass
Mingling into dark roots of time.

Like a distant thunder
The tiger growls
Shot by alien guns
And its black body
A rippling ebony
Rent by pain
Of centuries.
But still a light shines
In his eyes
Like a dawn
Blazing on the Sahara.

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