African horns

You don’t have to be such a genius
To look into the eyes of this beast
A rhinoceros and tell me its ancient
When so many this year are deceased
Chopped down and heads hacked to pieces
For The so called miracle horn
Stolen by poachers to flog far away
From where most of them have been born

And what is the myth now surrounding this horn
Well its big and its powerful
Yea that did dawn
On me, then what?
well its ancient wild game
And through all these years its looks much the same
Nothing has changed creation sees
This virile soul’s horn has unique properties
Its keratin and calcium thats not much power
As for libido forget it they shower
This garbage about its quackery and
They all make a killing but can’t understand

1215 earthlings last year
Lost their lives and their horns
And the rest live in fear
So much corruption the far eastern cash
Is like a tsunami it comes just to bash
The locals the small towns the people who care
Who don’t have much money
But are so aware

Of the distinct possibility that if this
Goes on
Then these beautiful beasts will be sadly all gone
The arrogance shown and the ignorance too
Is outweighing the genius which isn’t you
You in the government corrupt as hell
Taking their kickbacks and helping them sell
Some local farmers and others we know
Are not helping the fight they add to the show

Africa is reeling the vultures they too
Clouds of them show us what poachers do
This week we hear a black Rhino cow
Was murdered in cold blood with her calf
Yes and how
A sweet little baby imagine that child
Murdered in front of her mother so wild
An earthling thats been around millions of years
Perfect but for its horn and yea its tears

There are patrols a few guards here and there
But its heavily weighted towards we don’t care
Those caring ones suffer financially they
Are broken and lost souls each African day
At night at full moons in fact any time
When these rich bloody poachers emerge from the slime
And creep up behind these old rhinos and they
Are hacked of their horn and carted away

Over borders through customs money changes hands
Clearly its getting away all the plans
Put in place by the police and the border patrols
Is not curtailing the trade they are making their goals

Its becoming big business as china attests
Its a terrible business all of these nests
Around are becoming polluted as hell
For everyones making their cut when they sell

Traditional medicine the cover is there
Men in white coats dispensing despair
At vast profit margins most turn a blind eye
Whilst the poor little rhino this weekend can cry
For its mother as he sees her struck down and dead
With a bloody great hole in the top of her head
And he gets a pasting too malevolent shits
The poor little sod was frightened to bits
No one to protect him blood everywhere
The vultures on top of her wanting to share
The feast and it is a big feast one can say
The carrion animals will have a good day