Majesty
The cooling Savannah mud,
Where jungle beasts recline,
Refreshing their leathery hide,
And innocent eyes wink,
Unconcerned by matters of survival,
While Man struggles to find a solution,
To save a species sentenced to die by greed,
Barbaric huntsmen wanting a trophy of murder,
The magnificent horn of the majestic rhinoceros.
Form: Free Verse
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
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