I struggled to kill the bastard

They stalked me for miles
That bloke with his gun
He worked for chifuti
And,I was done
With him on my trail
Not much could I do
For 5 hours they came after
Me that was true

The senses the Intrusion
The inglorious way
They approached in their camouflage
In the height of day
A spectacular sky
As blue as can be
And the light was so bright
And it shone down on me

I aware of their smell
Hunters stink
All that sweat
And they piss in their pants too
Shabby I bet
How cocky they are
Their brashness to me
Is very insulting
Their discourtesy

Paramount, surely a Bull such as I
If I want to charge them
Yea they will die
But they have their rifles
I know that they can
Fire at me, injure me
That is their plan

They want my ivory
I want it too
These are my tools
And I know what to do
I am pretty old but my eye sight
Is clear
And my smell is as good
As my ears , I can hear

From quite a way off
So head down,I go
Directly at them
Keeping as low
As I can to the ground
On impact I will
Do as much damage
Their blood I will spill

It’s not as if we are murdering types
We are vegetarians
But our trunk swipes
At enormous power and
When I run them through
They will not get up again
I promise you

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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