The Elephants and Rhino massacres

Its as if

we are those earthlings

marching through the bush

making a stand for them

and helping them push

themselves on and on

away from man un kind

away from his insistence

and his eyes that are so blind

given all those assets

what does bad man do

he screws up so intentionally

and though only a few

of his calibre of bastards

are intent on all this awe

they seem to have the where for all to come

and do it more

the elephants and ivory the rhinoceros and horn

both are tools for the earthlings

but we see a new dawn

of understanding reaching

many souls from far away

who hear the plight of the animals

with more dead everyday

there’s never been an era

where so many souls have died

its really criminality and sinfulness inside

their filthy chests where clearly wretched hearts

do beat but they

are only after money and this bloody trade does pay

wickedness is everywhere

blanket amorality

degenerates are  carving out

a place of utter purgatory

the enormity of insult

to the earthlings that we know

from the conscienceless improbity

that seems to grow and grow

its really reprehensible

and what we have to do

collectively is to let them know

that their really awful view

of murdering the wild life

for their own gain is so wrong

and not where any human worth his salt

should now belong

we are asked to march and to follow

the great beasts of the plain

to march heads high arms swinging by our sides

through wind and rain

through all the violent traffic

of the busy city streets

and with one voice to deliver

how Jane Goodall  now greets

each day with how she tells us

with her impassioned plea

that we are the last sentinels

left to set them free

from the the chinese traditional medicine

and the oriental need

of carving and of telling sexless couples they can succeed

by grinding some poor animals horn

and drinking it that they

will feel the flush of summer

in their relationship and pay

a price too to the maker

emotions running high

the rhinoceros’s great agony

as she sees her  sweet calf die

and dies herself her horn sawn off

hacked to death by those

evil heartless brutes of men

criminals I suppose

poachers of the lowest order

contemptible evil scum

with minds the size of acorns

all so incredibly numb