She Trusted the people

A fifteen year old pregnant Elephant
Known to trust and be
In the Silent Valley
In Kerala my plea
The Indians who live their
Your evil incendiary
Leaving traps around the place
These gifted souls
They be
Desperate she was pregnant
And needed food but they
Left these traps all over the place
And she took the bait
And we
Saw a beautiful mother
Caring for her child
Believing the human family
Despite being so wild
She trusted everybody
She thought that they cared
But they are wretched bunch of shits
And her life it wasn’t spared

What was worse these Blackguard rogues
Were prevalent all around the place
Other elephants steal their crops
And so received no grace
They are hooligans A scourge in fact of the human race
On what are these gifted souls
Trying to live out in the wild
Wrongdoers with goals
Set to kill the elephants
To maim them and to see
Them murdered in the Just awful
pain
And they do it regularly
This poor soul
She used Was thinking of her unborn baby when she
Took the presented pineapple
Which exploded instantly

Her tongue and jaw were shattered
Imagine the pain
Imagine the shock and awe
Honestly the disdain
For the Farmers in Kerala
Selfish nasty sods
And who ever laid this trap for her
Need to realise the gods
Will come for them ne dark night
Crush their guts and see
Them writhe in what we ban hope
In a lengthy agony
She hadn’t touched their crops
She was trusting and was known
And tis reward they gave her
And bet that she was thrown

She walked into the river
And stood in there for hours
Hopeful that the cooling water
Might have healing powers
Standing there as people
Watched her from the
shore
Watched her crying To her god
With her broken jaw
Kerala has no gratitude
For the gifted wild souls who
Love and die around them
and clearly what they do
Is chain them up and beat them
In temples of religious men
Who will never get to heaven
They a vile and will reach their den
Of iniquity, the lot of them
Killers of the wild
Taking out their ignorance
On a soul with child
They ought to be aporeciative
Of what the great Mother gave
All these beautIful animals
You would think they Would save

But no they are vindictive
And revengeful
Spiteful rotten gits
They never knew who she was
The are all a bunch of shits
The gallows is too good for them
Such impropriety
Entirely inappropriate
Their culpability

In the River Velliyar
This poor mother died
She must have blamed herself
For eating and what was stuffed inside
A bloody home made cracker
A firework imagine that
Whoever did this should be found
Wherever the bastards at

Found and made an example of
Hung in a public square
A death sentence to good for them
So Bloody unaware
Perhaps their reckoning
Will not be too far now
And The government should ban
Such traps and everyone shown how
To treat their beloved animals
To respect their paths for they
Were walking through these jungles
Long before men were their way
Should not be blocked they must get care
When their habitat is torn
Blocked off and denied them
A rule needs to be sworn

I am left to just imagine
.the last hours
and how she cried
Deep inside her being
Her baby still inside
That malignancy and balefulness
One feels but cannot get
Away and have her baby
That these villagers were set
On murdering in cold blood
It stirs the heart strings here
Slowly dying in that river
From the awful fear
The dread the callous barbarity
The abuse of her unborn child
A mother looking to the sky
Who knows just how defiled
One hopes the evil eye
Will fall upon the village and
Invoke
a thousand curses
I tell you I don’t joke
These bastards want to grow their food
Where elephants have marched
For millennia and so they fence and trap
The pathways parched
By the hot sun
the lack of rain
Deny wild souls their rights
Inflict on them such evil
And put out all their lights