You look at me
\nwith consternation
\nsome of you now feel
\nit is wrong
\nwhat mankind has done
\nbut we knew all along
\nhow sick and savage
\nman is
\nthere’s nothing thats ever kind
\nhe is brutal
\nhe is horrific
\nand he has blown my mind<\/p>\n
Ivory my precious tusks
\nyou see are torn away
\nsawn off with a chain saw
\nit was done today
\none of your kind
\napproached me
\nwith this raging hot steel blade
\nand carved me like some
\nstaatue
\nand on the ground he laid<\/p>\n
me part of me by my side
\nsmiling as he went
\nabout his bloody butchery
\nas I lay feeling spent
\nin agony, but not only mine
\nbut for the love, I had
\nfor humanity, the depravity
\nI felt, oh its so sad<\/p>\n
what greed and utter selfishness
\ncan lead a man to do
\nto forfeit love and caring
\nand truth, compassion too
\ncan change a human soul
\ninto a creature from the dark
\nimpassioned just by money
\nkind of just walking in the park<\/p>\n
a chain saw just so matter
\nof fact, to him, and I
\nshould have charged him down
\nand killed him and watched
\nthat bastard die
\nbut in me, I was hopeful
\ntrusting, believing, he
\nwas a credible protagonist
\njust there to gaze at me<\/p>\n
clearly my judgement very poor
\nI erred on the bright side
\nand paid the price for ignorance
\nand now the downward slide
\ninto a state of confusion
\ncrestfallen by it all
\ncompletely disillusioned
\nand up against the wall<\/p>\n
that they built all around me
\nbefore they took me out
\nI had a strange foreboding
\nunclear that the rout
\nwould be so awful for me
\nwould thwart me and would be
\nI leave this world downhearted
\nin incredulity<\/p>\n
as for the sick assassin
\nhis countenance was one
\nof evil it is hard to ever
\nbelieve he was someone’s son
\na mother carried this fiend
\nfor 9 months, did create
\nshared her body with him
\nhe clearly couldn’t wait<\/p>\n
his mind warped by necessity
\nhis heart corrupted by
\nthe evil ways of money
\nand the darkness in his eye<\/p>\n
the road we walk is a long one
\nthe mind can change each mile
\nI die today in the squalor
\nits hard to reconcile
\nhow greed can cut into one’s core
\nas this has done abroad
\ncut down by a chain saw
\na kind of new age sword<\/p>\n
that rattles and dismantles
\ntwas fired into my bone
\nat that moment in my being
\nit was sad to be alone
\nconfronted by this maniac
\nthis excuse for a man I have to say
\nthe ivory when its made
\ninto something else the hoarders they will pay<\/p>\n
and know not why their lives
\nhave run the course that they have run
\nwhy the miasma struck them down
\nas it appears now to have done<\/p>\n
for the spell is cast and forever
\nthose handling whatever
\nwill find their lives cut short
\nall blood lines it will sever<\/p>\n
depend on this remember this
\nmy ivory was mine
\nyou have made the market rich
\nbut I have set the sign<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You look at me with consternation some of you now feel it is wrong what mankind has done but we knew all along how sick and savage man is there’s nothing thats ever kind he is brutal he is horrific … Continue reading