Murdered For Me Teeth

The killing has started again,
they shoot us, and then,
we trumpet our last breath,
then we crumple into death.
The African men,
who killed us, then,
hack out our tusks,
and leave us as husks,
in the African dust.
But kill us they must,
as for doing this deed,
they'll be able to feed,
their children for a year,
thus diminishing their fear.
They were paid more,
than they ever saw,
making them willing,
to do the killing,
because Chinamen,
carve our ivory,
but then,
they don't do it for free,
they sell it to,
the nouveau rich,
who,
want everything which,
their money can buy,
I hear Mother Earth cry,
stop!
But gold inflates their vanity,
and provides not the tiniest drop,
of decency or humanity,
to encourage an end to this insanity.
They merely inhabit the lie,
that their money can buy,
the elusive emotion, happiness,
deriving it from trinkets and rings,
and other silly, sparkly things,
that they think that they possess!

Tom Higgins 13/04/2012