The elephant's grey and wrinkled old face,
The elephant's bright and brilliant tusk.
The saw and the hammer drawn to displace,
Priceless the ivory, African dusk.
The blood and the flies and the watchful ones,
Laughing hyenas sense death in the air,
Panic and fear and the rattle of guns,
Stripped to the bone and with nothing to spare.
The buying and selling the profits made
Thundering elephants, stumble and fall
Money and murder, the Ivory trade,
Worship mankind who is master of all.
Yet who is to blame, poacher or client?
Bloody and butchered, African giant.
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