A matriach
an older Bull
a baby all were there
In Pall Mall
near to Marlborough Street
in the Wintery air
the sun was out
but the wind was brisk
the taxi cabs and van
the great big lorries
and the buses
hooted and the plan
was just to get
some confirmation
for the Ele breed
and Ivory
well wishers came
and hoped we could succeed
It really is a tragedy
whats happening to our kind
We are being poached by rotten men
sadly now we find
they want our tusks
our tools they are
without them we are lost
and they sell them off to China
at an enormous cost
to us as precious icons
us Ele’s who achieve
still so much for tourism
even though can you believe
the carnage that is Africa
and India, we know
we are getting blown away
wiped out
the numbers grow
thousands lost just last year
bloodied in their prime
that why we came to protest
and thats why I pen this rhyme.
the blood of so many wet the
earth
all around the park
we are dying, we are suffering
we have made our mark
on Africa we trumpet
loud the music of the few
to try to awaken
those who say
they love us, as they do
please you have to save us
we are here to be, we are
we really make a difference
in many ways we star
in Nature’s real life drama
against the murdering clan
who see us as a sacrifice
Please help us if you can
Even the Police were jolly
helped and thought that we
protested very nicely
very peacefully
so many people hooted
that made us happy, we
can take each message back
to share
with the Ele Family.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.