More earthlings fall victims to canned hunters

cages and cages of primates

joylessness its in their eyes

dispirited, misery clearly despondent

comfortless thats no surprise

stolen from out of the jungle

soon slaves they all will become

some go for bush meat

others for torture

no wonder now

they seem numb

skins hanging torn off

of bodies

shot in the darkness and they

all were once earthlings

living and loving

till man came along

and did spray

the jungle with fire power

and cut down the souls

pools of blood everywhere

lack of controls

vile poaching men

with their wretchedness who

came to shoot elephants

thats what they do

a great melancholia

hangs from the sky

heart ache and sorrow

as more souls must die

inconsolable grief

disillusioned and lost

creative life  is the sinful cost

victims are everywhere

wretches alone

hung on a hook and skinned

as they moan

as they cry as they bleed

there are humans a foot

ready to buy up their skins

and to put

them into the rag trade

thats where they go

the dead skins of many

help profits to grow

aloof to the suffering

impassive and cold

unconscious unsmitten

everythings rolled

up in a callous and shameless

affair

unshaken unshocked

and full of despair

we have to learn from them

they already know

the poaching and trapping

and hunting now go

hand in hand

with the slaughter the canned hunts

the pain

a great roar was once heard

but never again