It is groaning for help as loud as it can,
Begging for mercy from the strong and cruel man.
The Bengal tiger’s home is the forest, not the zoo,
It is missing the trees and its friends too.
Some tigers are killed for their skin,
Used to decorate bags, dresses and fashion whims.
Around hundred tigers are killed every year,
The world belongs to them too, so is killing them fair?
Fear God, we are killing his children,
Save tigers as they are God’s voice from heaven.