The Kill (prompt 1)

 I, the king of the jungle,

once roamed fearlessly,

no human could tread aimlessly.

When I roared, 

the birds, the deer, the fowl, my track they cleared,

for, their majesty was on the prowl.

I never hid and growled. 

My aim was just,

in me they had trust.

Peace in the forest reigned.

My Dynasty Supreme was maintained. 

I was proud of my stripes,

I was happy in my life,

When one day,    

  I was in a trap, 

Arrows piercing me,

hunters surrounding me,

not one , not two, but many.

They killed me, they stripped me, 

My striped hide, my pride,

they carried away. 

I was their game, for their name and fame, in the town.

Soon this became rampant,

My species was targeted, often.

Dwindling the number of my 

striped members.

Was that a matter of concern? Oh! man!

 Now you have realized

Killing relentlesly, mercilessly, for my striped hide, is a crime. 

 Protection under 'Save Tigers 'is a project,

bringing us back in our cradle.

Thank you Human beings

May life on this planet flourish.