A mountain moves
Ahead of us
Startled perhaps by
That tell tale rumble
In the jungle
And that enormous eye
A family paid a bounty
To see the majestic soul
Crash down with its tremendous weight
Creating it’s own hole
It’s a quarter of a century
Since it rose to be
More than just a tiny soul
Fitted out and free
Look at those massive tusks it has
And it’s great head standing proud
It trumpets it’s pure message
To those now in the crowd
A family of canned hunters
Compassion less are they
They have paid their fee alas
And the elephant today
Is going to meet his maker
On the back of a bullet that will
Slam into his noble brain
And surely his blood spill
What is the use of murdering
A rarity
How can that be thrilling
It’s criminality
A life force ends abruptly
Unjustifiably
A family grieves such sadness
Uncontrollably
A so called hunting family
A wife a mother too
A child how does that child feel
Knowing a life is through
Not because of illness or accident
But because
Her father wants a photograph
And she can say she was
There beside her parents
And can Remember all her days
How her father gunned him down
And exactly how that plays
Out now in her psyche
And imagine how it felt
To have a bullet in you
When the wrong card has been dealt
It is a shameless pastime
It’s unrighteous and profane
To abandon what is moral strength
Letting wickedness just rain
Down on you from a great height
Venal and depraved
By the canned hunting agency
Who in hindsight should have saved
That beautiful animal
To be wild and free
To be forcefully