Existence for me
\nwas at odds with my soul
\nWith the urges I felt
\nwith the lack of control
\nHumans their arrogance
\nbasically they
\nHave hearts and have minds
\nbut cant find a way<\/p>\n
Out of their
\ndeep seated violence for life
\nThey breed like flies
\ncreating such strife
\nStealing the land
\nfrom each other at will
\nAnd long after my death
\nwill be stealing it still<\/p>\n
They called me Sudan
\nafter where I was born
\nA flower in Their Paradise
\nI was their thorn
\nUndeniably My keratin
\njust like their nails
\nBut still became targets
\nfor old chinese males<\/p>\n
Traditional medicine
\nso I was told
\nOur powerful horns
\nmade us rampant and bold
\nPoachers employed
\nto steal us away
\nCorruption was rife
\nat the end of the day<\/p>\n
We were maligned by the lies that we heard
\nNothing there tangible, it was absurd
\nBaseless and groundless, fictititiously
\nThey established a market intentionally
\nOur annihilation was on the cards
\nDespite the drones the high fences
\nAnd guards<\/p>\n
The visionaries they had all melted away
\nIn their place the doogooders and eccentrics
\nWho pay
\nLots of lip service ofcourse its those zoo’s
\nAnd its back down to profit and turning the screws
\nI was an old soul but I am now looking down
\nOn a planet where hope and the will of a clown
\nLike me understands what its like to be real
\nTo be whole to be true and to so really feel<\/p>\n
I was happy enough in Sudan in the sun
\nTill the trappers came for me what had I done
\nTo deserve such a circus of people and they
\nWere from Chipperfields so I heard
\nHardly a ray
\nOf sun kissed profusion, and after them I
\nReached Czechoslovakia not knowing why<\/p>\n
I was an African that was my place
\nEurope was alien it wasnt my space
\nSome zoo director apparently
\nWas after my blood and my stock, so for me
\nLanguishing there was awful and I
\nFelt the sparseness and meagreness
\nUnder their sky<\/p>\n
I never felt loved there
\nThe air wasn’t right
\ni never felt healthy
\nThere just was a blight
\nIts true weighing three tons
\nMost of you think
\nThat I don’t, and therefore
\nJust can’t see the link<\/p>\n
But our hearts are beating too
\nWe have deep thoughts
\nWe have emotion despite all our warts
\nBeing prehistoric and frightening we
\nAre very aware and conciliatory
\nWe feel the hostility its all around
\nThough we lumber slowly upon the shared ground<\/p>\n
So it was decided to ship us back where
\nWe might do better in the African air
\nTo Kenya to the ol Pejeta conservancy
\nSo with Najin and Fatu yes all us three
\nWe went back our hearts all a flutter and we
\nHave been there ever since
\nGlad really to be<\/p>\n
There but the scourge that is man so unkind
\nEverywhere
\nBelittling us showing that they don’t care
\nThey still have the idea that keratin will
\nImprove their libido, they really do still
\nShow just how ignorant man has become
\nDespite their advances really only some
\nTruly appreciate our worth and so
\nThey euthanized me yes I had to go<\/p>\n
I was suffering ofcourse I was
\nEmotionally
\n24 tablets a day they gave me
\nFor the pain I was suffering
\nIn banana fruit
\nFor the taste the obnoxious
\nThey thought it would suit<\/p>\n
Me not to know this
\nMwenda my mate
\nMy keeper my helper
\nOne bloke I did rate
\nBut he still didnt understand
\nJust how I felt
\nAlone with the cards
\nThat humanity dealt<\/p>\n
The other two ladies
\nTheir ovaries seized
\nUp from non use the abuse
\nWe are teased
\nwith unkindness and what
\nBecame futile to me
\nThe lack of respect
\nTo really be free<\/p>\n
Habitat loss
\nBeing guarded at night
\nMen with machine guns
\nI hate the sight
\nWe walk in our mothers shadow abroad
\nYet are beaten and shot
\nAnd thats our reward<\/p>\n
Our babies left weeping
\nBeside murdered mothers
\nHorns hacked off violently
\nReally are others
\nTruly aware of this savagery they
\nLook at pictures of us
\nAnd then just walk away<\/p>\n
The carnage the stench
\nThe maggots who roll
\nIn with the light
\nAs each withered soul
\nIs torn at by vultures
\nWhat do they see
\nA beautiful soul
\nThat once breathed
\nAnd was free<\/p>\n
So Now I am resting
\nMy weary soul flies
\nAbove you invisible
\nAnd still the lies
\nAre rampant among you
\nFor blood money talks
\nBut this Northern White Rhino
\nNo longer walks<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Existence for me was at odds with my soul With the urges I felt with the lack of control Humans their arrogance basically they Have hearts and have minds but cant find a way Out of their deep seated violence … Continue reading