The Eye Of The Tiger. Losar Poem by Amala Comer

Follow behind the Tiger
watch his every move,
no time to ponder, his gaze intense
pads undeterred by thorny ground,
his one pointed vision of victory
by cunning and stealth.

We are the Tigers
the forgotten, and the poor,
the silenced victims
from decades of war.
The lost and oppressed
those who have lived with fear.
We are the jungle warriors
the time is drawing near
fight with humanity's banner
dispel the shadows of the past
light the ring of flame
for a different game
and freedom will be ours.