Its coming to something

Its coming to something when elephants die
At the hands of their protectors
What a damned lie
Employing such bandits
These cruel blackguards who
Usingj cyanide poisoned the last 22

Before them 40 of all ages were killed
And some had their heads hacked off
Yes more blood spilled
And they were not poachers
These were employed
To protect the wild Elephants
But they seemed annoyed

So they soaked some sweet oranges
And laid them around
And they poisoned the animals
In it they drowned
All died in agony all of them sick
Then they cut of their heads
4 of them the did pick

Awful severity
On angel souls
Such malediction
All these arse oles
So they have anger
Their emotions all shot
Wretched and vile
As they stand on this spot

And its not just elephants
Its others as well
This is their passport
Straight into Hell
They are so disgusting
Anathemas for
Blood lust and disgust
And more blood and gore

For all of the elephants
Values and lost
Murdered in cold blood
At such a high cost
These men they warrant death
I should say
Hang them in full sight
Let them rot away

Picked by the vultures
And torn by the flies
Nibbled by mice
Someone tear out their eyes
Whipped with a sharp blade
And left their to die
Dripping their blood
From the branches most high

All