The rare desert elephant
feels forlorn
in many cases wishes
he hadn’t been born
creating his tusks
have brought him down
attracted great evil
some have gone to town
on and our harems
promising ill
they come with their guns
and their need to kill
humans are arrogant
owning us they
arrange trophy hunts
and make us pay
they come with their guns
they come with their dosh
they come with their evil
it just will not wash
with us or with some of you
that much we know
the trophy hunters
they just have to go
greasing the hands of the
of the arrogant class
the evil men sometimes
are allowed to pass
there is just no honour
in you lot no more
really in essence
its like all out war
you sign your petitions
you sit on the fence
but reality
shows us it doesn’t make sense
the gun running shits
come and kill us so they
the evil men then take
our big tusks away
its the black market
that’s killing us we
are sold off like slaves
it is pure infamy
avaaz has now taken the challenge
we hear
the environment minister
maybe can clear
these hunters so called
from the places where we
live yes we live so happily
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.