If elephants had angels

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  • In scorched savannah, elephants graze,

    Acacias offer umbrella, welcome shade,

    creviced skin shrugs off pestering flies,

    Africa-shaped ears flap, wary ancient eyes.

     

    Quietly closed, the doors of distant jeeps,

    poachers pace patiently: slowly, slyly creep;

    innocent animals meet murderous men:

    butchered beasts get bludgeoned again.

     

    Merciless machetes hack, blade-edges worn,

    silent the blood witness, majestic tusks torn;

    now limp, large mammal carcass late pleads;

    sex and superstition feed erotic greed.

     

    High priced libido, an expensive erection:

    selfish hedonists strive sexual perfection,

    Asians make ancient animals pay,

    if elephants have angels, pungently they pray.

     

    Loved large creatures roam and roar,

    engineered not evolved, worth fighting for;

    man and beast created, not really equal

    species sinfully erased, there is no sequel…

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    image: You Can Buy My Heart and My Soul by Andres Botha andriesbotha.net

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