Tiger tiger
Far from bright
A photo prop
That’s doesnt bite
Chained to the ground
Through a plinth we see
Drugged up to the eyeballs
Contemptibly
Clearly unworthy of such a thing
This is no way to
Treat a king
Whose wild investment
Clearly shows
That in his heart
Ofcourse he knows
The irreverence and dishonesty
The scorn and current mockery
The men offhandedly proclaim
And are Dismissive of his flame
A breach of faith
They illicitly
Disrupt his grace
Their improbity
Is shameful
It’s what drugs can do
To wildness
Which wants to break through
It’s malevolence
A fatal flaw
A fallen state
They all ignore
The tiger who would
Be big and bright
In the forests of the night
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.