A poor little baby
\nThats who she was
\nGrazing with her mother
\nWhy?
\nJust because<\/p>\n
Creation placed them
\nIn that park
\nKruger and yes she
\nWas poached there
\nBy the criminals
\nAnd slaughtered
\nTragically<\/p>\n
And they left the calf
\nThere injured
\nHacked with a panga they
\nLeft that beautiful baby
\nJust to fade away<\/p>\n
But lions found her and
\nStarted eating her
\nPoor soul
\nValentine they called her
\nShe took that loving role<\/p>\n
Lots of love forthcoming
\nLots of serious care
\nLots of people did their best
\nAll of them aware<\/p>\n
Of the great potentiality
\nThe despondency and fear
\nThe babies isolation
\nFrom its mother lost and gone
\nThe untimeliness of all of this
\nHow could it go on<\/p>\n
With bloody conflict everywhere
\nWith marauders on the borders
\nAnd a great fog of despair
\nSo missing her mother
\nSo lost to her world
\nThe shock and awe and suffering
\nIt had just been hurled<\/p>\n
Into a hellish awful place
\nWith her mother hacked to death
\nHer horn to go to China
\nFollowed by her breath<\/p>\n
She was so impressionable
\nShe soaked up all her pain
\nShe was who she looked up to
\nAnd all that vile disdain
\nThe noise the dark expression
\nThe evil that came by
\nThat tore her heart a’sunder
\nAnd just made her cry<\/p>\n
She was her great champion
\nHow could she be cut down
\nThose ugly horrible nasty men
\nThey really went to town
\nMother cried so beseechingly
\nAnd moved they never were
\nAnd when she saw me beaten
\nYou should have just seen her<\/p>\n
Her eyes were red as fire itself
\nHer anger was immense
\nShe loved me how she tried to save me
\nBut it made no sense<\/p>\n
They chopped her with their panga’s
\nHer blood was everywhere
\nHer screams they must have woken up
\nThe dead whom she did share<\/p>\n
Her woeful end with loudly
\nAnd I will not forget
\nThe way she seemed to smile at me
\nLooking awfully wet<\/p>\n
Her blood it just went everywhere
\nSplashing on me too
\nHow could they do this to her
\nWhat was I going to do<\/p>\n
A lost soul in a vacant place
\nWith injuries as well
\nAnd Lions around I heard the growling
\nIt was just like Hell<\/p>\n
Man hell this hideous interlude
\nThat whittled at my soul
\nThe agony of seeing
\nWhat was that bloodied hole<\/p>\n
And then the Lions were on me
\nTheir saliva stank a lot
\nBiting at my bottom and my tail
\nI think they got<\/p>\n
Open bite wounds spreading shock
\nHow much it pained me so
\nAnd then, I was rescued
\nBy who I did not know<\/p>\n
I felt their warm breath on me
\nI tasted their salty sweat
\nI knew that I was badly injured
\nBut then I did just let<\/p>\n
Them help me they were clearly
\nHelping me and they
\nWere cleaning me and it felt good
\nI just floated away<\/p>\n
Convulsing and so sickly
\nTotally confused
\nClearly on this awful day
\nI had been so abused<\/p>\n
The sequence of events
\nThe monotony of pain
\nThe randomness of all of this
\nAnd the dreadful strain<\/p>\n
I still could smell my mother
\nI still could feel her breath
\nEven though she had gone away
\nI felt I shared her death<\/p>\n
Which now would never leave me
\nI was marked in strife
\nWhatever happened now to me
\nI was not to lose my life<\/p>\n
A pilgrimage to the rainbow bridge
\nWas not to be the way
\nThat I should give up and go there
\nThats what she did say<\/p>\n
I had to battle through this
\nThat was her desire
\nTo keep her genes in Africa
\nAnd to always feel her fire<\/p>\n
All manner of white coats
\nThe different smells all came
\nThey sent me to the hospital
\nAnd gave me my name<\/p>\n
Valentine they called me
\nA little love of theres
\nAccording to a voice I heard
\nSomeone said their prayers<\/p>\n
How I suffered all that evening
\nIn intensive care
\nAll sorts of people helping me
\nAnd all of them aware<\/p>\n
Of me and my misfortune
\nAnd my poor mother too
\nThey all seemed so responsible
\nAll trying to do<\/p>\n
The best for me
\nI felt that
\nThe universe was too
\nI felt part of creation
\nAnd hoped I could pull through<\/p>\n
The netherworld was calling
\nThe ephemeral cord was near
\nI suddenly felt breathless
\nWiping away a tear<\/p>\n
A kind of trance like numbness
\nDescending from the sky
\nConcussed somewhat and painful
\nIt seems that I would die<\/p>\n
A coldness and an iciness
\nSet in and I was sure
\nThat perhaps mother was calling me
\nKnocking at my door<\/p>\n
Then soundlessness and stillness
\nA silence from beyond
\nI remember rolling over
\nAnd feeling mothers bond<\/p>\n
And I was on a cloud somewhere
\nLooking back down to
\nMy body and the doctors
\nIt was over I walked through<\/p>\n
Onto the rainbow bridge
\nAnd there was mother
\nShe was there
\nsmiling she was smiling
\nIn the summer air<\/p>\n
And Lofo’s mother
\nWho I was glad to see
\nAlthough we have left Africa
\ni think we would rather be<\/p>\n
Here<\/p>\n
Where its safer<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A poor little baby Thats who she was Grazing with her mother Why? Just because Creation placed them In that park Kruger and yes she Was poached there By the criminals And slaughtered Tragically And they left the calf There … Continue reading