Poetry: A Tiger in a Cage
A Tiger in a Cage
By Laijon Liu 20090611
A tiger in a cage
A crown taken away
In forest he’s a king
But here he falls into Cat category
Children adore him all day
Dogs bark at him
Behind bars he laps his paws
Invincible daggers he’ll never use
What kind of beast
Waits for people to feed?
Isn’t he a sun-god?
Plays a devil role at night?
Beautiful camouflage coat
Should be an art of mystery
But now he can’t find a bush
To show off his magic mark
A pair sad and big eye
Golden and mild
No light of hope
Shining no pride, nor wild
Ah, he is a tiger
But caged behind bars
A god of mountain
Became a wooden idol
Note:
Society is a jail that locks our spirit and breaks down our will. I often feel I should accomplish more with whatever I have, but often feel that I’m unable to do. There is a greater force that shut all the doors right in front of me, till one day I stop hitting my head against walls, and I would walk by its side back and forth, couldn’t give up, and one day I might eventually become that brother tiger I met at the zoo years ago, that he stopped looking at the visitors, stopped walking by the bars to hope a miracle gate to be opened, just laying there half-sleep all day, given up dreaming the green forest, high mount top, deep valley, living springs, and never cared if he was alive or dead, or hungry or lack of mate or sex. He should have his kingdom and title, his deity and honor. I shed tears for him, sometimes I only pity him that he did not deserve such treatment, he was not human, he only took what he needed, but even so strong like him still could not break away from the bars we made, all of his identity stripped away, and such life even worst than death. There is a Chinese saying: “Rather live a day of tiger, should not suffer for hundred years like a sheep.” But in our zoo, no one can break loose, not even terrible beasts, maybe only Jesus. And a few prophets and suicidal poets? I doubt. They simply lived a short life in our zoo. Just an opinion.
Chinese:
一 只 笼 中 虎 ,
它 的 王 冠 被 夺 去
在 林 中 它 作 王
在 这 儿 却 落 得 个 猫 科 动 物
孩 子 们 整 日 围 观 它 ,
小 狗 们 朝 着 它 叫 ,
它 在 栏 后 舔 着 爪 ,
无 敌 的 利 刃 它 不 再 使 用 .
什 么 样 的 野 兽
等 着 人 来 喂 养 ?
难 道 它 不 是 太 阳 之 神 ?
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poem by Laijon Liu
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