Ivory the spell is cast

You look at me
with consternation
some of you now feel
it is wrong
what mankind has done
but we knew all along
how sick and savage
man is
there’s nothing thats ever kind
he is brutal
he is horrific
and he has blown my mind

Ivory my precious tusks
you see are torn away
sawn off with a chain saw
it was done today
one of your kind
approached me
with this raging hot steel blade
and carved me like some
staatue
and on the ground he laid

me part of me by my side
smiling as he went
about his bloody butchery
as I lay feeling spent
in agony, but not only mine
but for the love, I had
for humanity, the depravity
I felt, oh its so sad

what greed and utter selfishness
can lead a man to do
to forfeit love and caring
and truth, compassion too
can change a human soul
into a creature from the dark
impassioned just by money
kind of just walking in the park

a chain saw just so matter
of fact, to him, and I
should have charged him down
and killed him and watched
that bastard die
but in me, I was hopeful
trusting, believing, he
was a credible protagonist
just there to gaze at me

clearly my judgement very poor
I erred on the bright side
and paid the price for ignorance
and now the downward slide
into a state of confusion
crestfallen by it all
completely disillusioned
and up against the wall

that they built all around me
before they took me out
I had a strange foreboding
unclear that the rout
would be so awful for me
would thwart me and would be
I leave this world downhearted
in incredulity

as for the sick assassin
his countenance was one
of evil it is hard to ever
believe he was someone’s son
a mother carried this fiend
for 9 months, did create
shared her body with him
he clearly couldn’t wait

his mind warped by necessity
his heart corrupted by
the evil ways of money
and the darkness in his eye

the road we walk is a long one
the mind can change each mile
I die today in the squalor
its hard to reconcile
how greed can cut into one’s core
as this has done abroad
cut down by a chain saw
a kind of new age sword

that rattles and dismantles
twas fired into my bone
at that moment in my being
it was sad to be alone
confronted by this maniac
this excuse for a man I have to say
the ivory when its made
into something else the hoarders they will pay

and know not why their lives
have run the course that they have run
why the miasma struck them down
as it appears now to have done

for the spell is cast and forever
those handling whatever
will find their lives cut short
all blood lines it will sever

depend on this remember this
my ivory was mine
you have made the market rich
but I have set the sign