Botswana

Botswana’s gifted Elephants
Have reached a new high noon
The government are clearly
Utterly out of tune
With the world over its Elephants
Denying them the right
To live in Peace and harmony
Without the need to fight.
These vile and rotten hunters
Are killers who presume
That animals are there to kill
Creating so much doom

Its all just greed and ignorance
Selfish through and through
Bounty HUNTING criminals
With nothing better to do
Than kill these majestic beings
These socially active souls
Killing someones parents
The most evil of goals

Selling lives just that that
Grief and sinfulness
Just because somebody wants to hunt
And Cause so much stress
To familiess and to herds a living
Where their god had placed
Just sold off for money
Those who need the taste

Of sweat and blood and
Aggravation of unjustifiable stress
So Botswana banks blood money
And doesnt care a less
So the hunting men
Get off on seeing Elephantx
In pain
and others struck by the improbity
Who will never breathe again

How mean how very nasty
How discriminatory
How wilful so much disrespect
Such vile treachery
The irreverence of a being
Stolen from their child
The mortification
They feel so defiled

And its all done for money
Life taken just like that
Wickedness and ungodliness
And they do not bat
An eyelid
A baby pining
Long and hard dear friends
Lives cut short the teaching
For that is where it ends

A mother takes the bullets
And falls down misunderstood
The villain pulled the trigger
He pays and he feels good
To murder a mother in cold blood
Yes that is what he’s done
The outlawry and the grossness
Its what he calls great fun

She is warm still but gone forever
Tears come thick and fast
A mother a great miracle of life
Her soul was cast
Out to be the victim
Her honour sold for cash
In some salascious pocket
Watch her great body crash

Down into the dust
Hunters looking on
They used their hard earned money
And another life is gone
Could be another fifty years
Lost fir that hour of fun
The cost of life to the mother
Torn down in the sun

Her family they will miss her
Will pine for her they will
And it was down to Botswana
Who allowed the blood to spill
Sacrificial lambs oh dear
My heart is stricken too
The tusks no doubt sold off
To those who are the clueless few