Losoiti a hill out in Kenya
\nWhere a tiny elephant was found
\nSuch inexperience a state of grace
\nToo frightened to make any sound
\nThe trauma of losing his family
\nTo the filthiest dirtiest scum
\nWho came on their motorbikes
\nWielding their axes
\nTotally heartless and numb<\/p>\n
Apologies really for humans
\nCreating the panic and fear
\nImagine just being there
\nSeeing the killings
\nA baby not wanting to hear
\nThe terrible cries of his mother
\nAs she’s hacked to the ground in his face
\nWrithing in absolute horror
\nWith her blood just all over the place<\/p>\n
All of the others so murdered
\nTheir tusks ripped away with such woe
\nHow awful to be in amongst all of this
\nAnd really have no where to go
\nWhilst these monsters are butchering crazily
\nAnd the anguish goes on
\nBleeding and harrowed downtrodden and wounded
\nAs one after the other they are gone<\/p>\n
The drama the fury the temper
\nThe majestic crash down where they lay
\nThe seething volcanic eruptions
\nOf the animals passing away
\nFeverishly kicking in their dance of death
\nAgog with delirium too
\nAnd a sweet little soul has to witness all this
\nAnd not knowing what he should do<\/p>\n
The smell of the blood of the lifeless remains
\nThe men on their bikes with their ill gotten gains
\nBlood dripping tusks and curdling roars
\nAnd suddenly nothing just an ugly pause
\nAs Losoiti is left in the midst of it all
\nHis family the carnage that now does appal
\nEven the strongest who just happens by
\nWatching the criminal gang as they fly<\/p>\n
For over a day he is left all alone
\nWandering crying the seeds that were sown
\nWere terrible his heart beats faster for he
\nKnows not what to do and where he will be
\nHopelessness sets in each chastening thought
\nUnnerved and dispirited crestfallen and taut
\nHaggard and care worn and frightened to be
\nOut on his own feeling such misery<\/p>\n
Then to be rescued by the great Sheldrake crowd
\nWho showed such despair for those overpowered
\nWhat a gloomy dark sombre affair it must have been
\nAll those dead darlings just so obscene
\nWringing their hands at the sight of it all
\nAnd finding sweet Losoiti who came to their call
\nWho trusted them he was a soft little soul
\nBut not a cry baby that was not his role<\/p>\n
For 4 days they nursed him, they loved him to bits
\nBut clearly the baby was drawn to the pits
\nHe had glimpses of heaven by his dear mothers side
\nAnd shown Hell at the hands as his whole family died
\nThere were no excuses for the horror he saw
\nFor the ugly the terrible the blood and gore
\nThe vulgar the wicked the could’t care less
\nThe dark craven spirits that just brought him stress<\/p>\n
Love turns around so much of course that is true
\nBut the loathing and lovelessness it just got through
\nTainted his sweet heart with what was just gall
\nGoaded and maddened, he embroiled in it all
\nHe opened his eyes he looked up at the sky
\nHe found love at last but decided to die
\nThe malevolence outside the walls of this place
\nThe rancour and bitterness he’d have to face
\nHumanity truly was vile to be sure
\nNo fairy godmothers were outside his door
\nJust blackguards and rogues and assassins and worse
\nAn unmerciful bunch and the one awful curse<\/p>\n
Remembering his mother the dearest of dears
\nHow much she showed him her love and her tears
\nShe was now gone to the bridge in the sky
\nHe watched her kicking he watched her die
\nHe watched them hack off her tusks and he saw
\nAll of this terror and a lot more
\nEarth was no place for the angels to be
\nJust a vile horrid journey through iniquity<\/p>\n
Where might he end up some circus maybe
\nBeing bull hooked to death he would never see
\nThe eyes of his mother the thrill of the wild
\nHaving to perform tricks for some sick human child
\nOr perhaps giving rides in some zoo in Japan
\nOr in England his world going fast down the pan
\nThere was no reason to try and go on
\nWith canned hunting dentists now living upon
\nThis horrible world this vile dark venue
\nSo he just closed his eyes and did what he had to.<\/p>\n
This poem made me feel very very sad sick to my core
\nThat sweet little soul lost in our world of agony and pain
\nOf unscrupulous dealers and a world that lacks love<\/p>\n
We all know what its is like to be loveless
\nTo love and for it not to be returned we all know this feeling<\/p>\n
That poor little soul. …………<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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