Senses and ancestry

Look at us we have been around
For aeons
And in that time our maker
Made it clear
We didn’t need the sight
Of say a falcon
Our hearing and smell
Was paramount
And clear

Our olfactory centre
In our brain was the biggest
And our sense of smell
Would truthfully serve us well
Our God was amply knowledgeable
Or so we thought
But never accounted
For the liars out of Hell

Our hearing was good
We have ears that rotate
And effectively
With our sense of smell
It Helps us to be
Safe and sound in our own space
Or so we thought
But now of course we know
We can be bought

Creation did not account
For rogues and liars
For the evil that is now
The rotten hordes
Who lie about the efficacy
Of our digging horns
And create a market
Which makes us into pawns

China and its Traditional
medicine systems
Imagine that our horns
Of Keratin
Have some amazing
Properties to cure
Erection problems
Its lies its fabrication
Its a sin

Their own nails finger and toes
Have the same properties
To attack our cows and calves
As poachers do
Its a racket that the low life
Have got wind of
But None of the so called
Tales are actually true

i want to try and describe
What really happened
We hear we smell we are
Very aware
But they come upon us
Well armed with their
Chain saws and their guns
And maybe more than six of them
And therefore much despair

Its often when a cow has a calf
Around her
She is aware but her calf
Is her concern
Thats when poachers really take
Advantage
One such incident
My eyes I turn

They came upon us
Feeding on a wooden plain
And that was when it happened
On that day
They disfigured me
Their hideousness was awful
They killed the calf
And tried to make me see

That grinding terrible ratcheting sound
That ripped into my head
They stunk of dirt and alcohol
i know I wished them dead
Ungraceful clumsy hoodlums
Vulgar gross and coarse
Sheer craven spirited blackguards
With such evil hatred at their source

They clearly had no feelings
Disgusting and averse
Malicious and obnoxious
They couldnt be any worse
The way they dispatched the little calf
A bullet through its head
I remember it fell heavily
Kicking and it was dead

I so wanted to kill them
But I was Overpowered
For all the worst intentions
Their spitefulness it soured
Any possiblity
Of trying to get away
Their bitterness and rancour
Really made me pay

Their total disrespectfulness
For everything around
Neglectful of our country
Ruinous of the ground
They walk on
They are enemies
Who should be caught and hung
That they get out with our bloodied
Horns
Just disappear among

The crowds
Thats how they get away
And corruption lets them go
We become a statistic
A star in their show

I could taste my blood for it
Was splattered all about
The soreness and the ferociousness
They left me in no doubt
What they wanted was what they got
And their sadistic means
Was in and out like crazyfolk
Like malignant machines

Human beings trurhfully
Their behaviour proves to me
That they have really gone down hill
Such vile indignity
No animal would act like this
Just assassins and cut throats they
All spawned
From the Devil’s bowels
To have done what they did that day

Nemesis is on their case
Reprisals will come their way
They were rotten to the core
The unwarrantable say
Their total violation of another earthling soul
Their terrible transgression
For what was their actual goal

Out in those dark moments
Which I never shall forget
And although I live to tell the tale
It remains in my mindset