Its as if<\/p>\n
we are those earthlings<\/p>\n
marching through the bush<\/p>\n
making a stand for them<\/p>\n
and helping them push<\/p>\n
themselves on and on<\/p>\n
away from man un kind<\/p>\n
away from his insistence<\/p>\n
and his eyes that are so blind<\/p>\n
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given all those assets<\/p>\n
what does bad man do<\/p>\n
he screws up so intentionally<\/p>\n
and though only a few<\/p>\n
of his calibre of bastards<\/p>\n
are intent on all this awe<\/p>\n
they seem to have the where for all to come<\/p>\n
and do it more<\/p>\n
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the elephants and ivory the rhinoceros and horn<\/p>\n
both are tools for the earthlings<\/p>\n
but we see a new dawn<\/p>\n
of understanding reaching<\/p>\n
many souls from far away<\/p>\n
who hear the plight of the animals<\/p>\n
with more dead everyday<\/p>\n
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there’s never been an era<\/p>\n
where so many souls have died<\/p>\n
its really criminality and sinfulness inside<\/p>\n
their filthy chests where clearly wretched hearts<\/p>\n
do beat but they<\/p>\n
are only after money and this bloody trade does pay<\/p>\n
wickedness is everywhere<\/p>\n
blanket amorality<\/p>\n
degenerates are \u00a0carving out<\/p>\n
a place of utter purgatory<\/p>\n
the enormity of insult<\/p>\n
to the earthlings that we know<\/p>\n
from the conscienceless improbity<\/p>\n
that seems to grow and grow<\/p>\n
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its really reprehensible<\/p>\n
and what we have to do<\/p>\n
collectively is to let them know<\/p>\n
that their really awful view<\/p>\n
of murdering the wild life<\/p>\n
for their own gain is so wrong<\/p>\n
and not where any human worth his salt<\/p>\n
should now belong<\/p>\n
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we are asked to march and to follow<\/p>\n
the great beasts of the plain<\/p>\n
to march heads high arms swinging by our sides<\/p>\n
through wind and rain<\/p>\n
through all the violent traffic<\/p>\n
of the busy city streets<\/p>\n
and with one voice to deliver<\/p>\n
how Jane Goodall \u00a0now greets<\/p>\n
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each day with how she tells us<\/p>\n
with her impassioned plea<\/p>\n
that we are the last sentinels<\/p>\n
left to set them free<\/p>\n
from the the chinese traditional medicine<\/p>\n
and the oriental need<\/p>\n
of carving and of telling sexless couples they can succeed<\/p>\n
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by grinding some poor animals horn<\/p>\n
and drinking it that they<\/p>\n
will feel the flush of summer<\/p>\n
in their relationship and pay<\/p>\n
a price too to the maker<\/p>\n
emotions running high<\/p>\n
the rhinoceros’s great agony<\/p>\n
as she sees her \u00a0sweet calf die<\/p>\n
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and dies herself her horn sawn off<\/p>\n
hacked to death by those<\/p>\n
evil heartless brutes of men<\/p>\n
criminals I suppose<\/p>\n
poachers of the lowest order<\/p>\n
contemptible evil scum<\/p>\n
with minds the size of acorns<\/p>\n
all so incredibly numb<\/p>\n
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Its as if we are those earthlings marching through the bush making a stand for them and helping them push themselves on and on away from man un kind away from his insistence and his eyes that are so blind … Continue reading