Africa awakens
from its mystique that was night
A green dawn follows hastily
behold the sun so bright
creates such jasper spirit
persuasive to the gaze
A mother killed by poachers
Falls down in a blaze
Of glory tinged with carnage
A great parade of spears
That draw her life’s blood
from her
That she’s built up for years
All that vast nutrition
all those careful hours
Her baby left to perish
amongst the forests flowers
Ivory is still sought by some markets
Traders using sick excuses they
Make, it is old ivory yes thats a likely story
The suffering, the agony they pay
lip service they just haven’t got a conscience
Or it doesn’t kick in that alas is true
They do their damndest dirty in the wild parks now of Africa
And slink away out of peoples view
The baby is to be the other victim
left to wander aimlessly and die
Imagine what its like to be a baby
Parted from its mother with the sky
Up above prepared to colour crimson
and throw great bolts of lightening
about
China you can do something about this
Stop the vile and rotten trade right now
Poachers paid by your lot are now carrying
out
Slaughters on an awful scale and How
This is such a waste of handsome creatures
Kill this market now you have to power
China I now beg you please do something
Really they have reached their final hour
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.