A jaguar got power.
A jaguar got skill.
But in its final hour,
A jaguar has to kill.
The jaguar lives in the rainforest.
Where it hides to live.
When hunters come with bullets on their chest,
They leave with pelts to give.
Their only sanctuaries is the zoo for it’s refuge.
With their nice habitable facilities;
And its artificial deluge.
The jaguar’s can repopulate in tranquility.

Andres Eduardo Torres

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jaguar/