Elephant

As a soft wind blows across the plain
The heat haze shows no sign of rain,
In a cloudless sky the sun beats down
The elephant’s trunks brushing the ground.

The slow moving herd keep close & tight
Calves & their mothers so huge & such might,
Such gentle creatures with love & affection
A bull lurks nearby with no change in direction.

Quietly speaking the poachers observe
The game as it wanders across the reserve,
With rifles in hand & conditions just right
The bull his large tusks are close in their sight,

This magnificent creature falls with one shot
The poachers run over to inspect what they’ve got,
With no time to waste the knives are now drawn
The ivories taken his body lays torn.

With no scruples or mercy their gone with their prize
The herd now come closer and just can’t disguise,
Their trunks touch the carcass no movement is found  
The upset is shown with heads to the ground.

The poachers are happy, but what makes a man?
A shot gun in hand and don’t give a damn,
It fills you with anger their part of our race
When all that they are is a total disgrace.