My horn is Keratin and calcium no different from your finger nails (it seems the Chinese have been fooled for years)

There are almost no words
For the slavery crew
Who mounted a mother
Out of the blue
Hacked off her horn
With callous regard
For her infant in tow
Who would clearly be scarred

Mercenaries use of
contemptible force
Condemning a calf
to death but of course
Pure malice afore thought
For financial gain
Paid by the Chinese
Who simply refrain

In the obvious solace
Its family would feel
And in point of fact
Twas a horribke steal
One must ask at what point
Do thugs reconcile
That what they have done
Is unquestionably vile

What do they say to themselves
Can they sleep?
Do they feel guilt
What they sow Do they reap?
They’re pay day it probably
Was squandered away
But are they so heartless
Me thinks they will pay

And then the Chinese
Its the TCM mob
Don’t they think about Karma
Somehow it must rob
The curative principle
Therefore it may
Not be a curative
force anyway

As China leaps out of the
dark ages she
Might consider this slaughter
Unnecessary
They are endangered animals
in a reserve
So by taking them out
like this
does require nerve

But by paying these
probably desperate men
Its only a matter of time
now, and then
The world must wake up
To the carnage abroad
And realize such costs
No one can afford

A family must pay
The calf stand beside
The remains of its mum
As the vultures are picking
her bones, having some
Pity for this little soul
Whose now lost
His guardian murdered
The ultimate cost
For a horn
Made of keratin fibre
the same
as the nails on our fingers
and toes, it sounds lame
but there’s no excuse
For this ignorant act
He’s lost a mother
A teacher, a fact
The knowledge it takes
For him to be wild
he is lost in the bush
this unfortunate child