Oh, tigers, the super-magestic large cats! Symbolizing India, popular to make stuffie-replicas, taking a great artist to portray, the subject of a poem by William Blake.
And extinct by 2022, said environmental experts back in 2010.
That's ten years away. We have only ten years to save the tigers from extinction. You'd think that a deadline would encourage people to actually DO something, but apparently it hasn't. Below this post is a graph from the World Wildlife Fund.
Now, in December 2011, 95% of tigers worldwide are extinct. Three tiger sub-species have already gone completely extinct.
So what can we do? Well, firstly: be careful what you buy. Some things are harmful to tigers. For example, paper that has not come from sustainable or recycled sources is a no-go. Deforestation is a prime cause to the destruction of tiger habitat. Other products to steer clear of are coffee from unsustainable sources, palm oil, and, of course, souvenirs made from tiger parts. Secondly, spread the word! Let other people know about this. You might not want to sound like you are preaching, but if you help save an entire species from extinction, then it doesn't really matter if it is a little uncomfortable. And third, donate a little (or a lot of) money to an organization to save the tigers.
We must do this before it is too late. Please help, and become part of history!
The Tiger
by William Blake
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
