This is so evil
an elephant mother
chained to the ground
there can be no other
torture as extreme
for a matriarch to
suffer and her baby
is chained up there too
playful, inquisitive
laying upon
her sweet little soul
now ragged and gone
selflessly her mother
tries to instil joy
but the poor little soul
cannot deploy
itself to the task anymore
its heart appears broken
its body is sore
in the fires that now burn
in the smoke, it now lies
the chains that do bind
makes us all realise
what its like as a slave
in our world of unrest
where little is planned
and nothing is blessed
to lay in the dirt
with one’s head on the ground
looking up at the sky
in a tawdry soup drowned
the legs torn and chafed
from the links of the chain
that tear at the tendons
again and again
slavery isn’t the most beguiling form
in the heat of the day
the dark of the storm
transcends every spirit
that made wild souls flee
containment unsettles us
eventually
This poem brought tears. A poignant account of the suffering humans have imposed upon the elephants. The countless images I have seen of the pain and torture that humans cause the elephants are always in my heart.
Dear Pamela
thanks very much for your comments I do cry often at the stories I write
they get into me sometimes and I am sorry if they made you cry
thanks for writing its great to get feedback from friends